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Dread Woo
Stimme und Gesang
Travi
Stimme und Gesang
Fritz Tha Producer
Programmierung
Ls Da Producer
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Texte
Jahkeem Haughton
Texte
Carl Dorsmind
Komponist:in
Travis Esprit
Texte
Brandon Fritz Sully
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Fritz Tha Producer
Produzent:in
Jess Jackson
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
David Bone
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Eder Fernandez
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Ls Da Producer
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Letras
[Intro]
Free the fuckin' members, ****
RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz
All of them, ****, don't fuck around, ****
Big 092, look
[Chorus]
Throwin' like Brady don't be the receiver
Dropped out of school, makin' more than my teacher
How that's your wifey? For me she a eater
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker
That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct
[Verse 1]
I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin'
Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend
Stayin' alert, 'cause I know they be creepin'
Brady, look, gang
It's just me and Pop
Don't need anyone else, 'cause that'd be an extra witness
Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest, no, this ain't Planet fitness
I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots
And you know how we tease the opp, drop the check, I make 'em see it drop
And she drive the boat, dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat
Ask your girl, I'm the GOAT, can't name one time you run up I ain't throw
Bitch, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks
Tell 'em get back
He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack
He ain't make it back
I call up Shank, know he movin' tact, burner
Totin' on the strap, who these **** dressed in all black?
Yo, Pop, them **** cap
[Verse 2]
Yo Pop, what the fuck is crackin' my ****? I see you
Hold on, goin' crazy here
Hold up
[Verse 3]
Look, I'm like, who that ****? Who that ****?
Talkin' 'bout what's stackin', what the fuck is up?
Huh? You ain't one of us
You lookin' dirty, ****, you ain't one of us, nah
I come from the bottom, where **** keep Ninas tucked
We don't stop shots till the sun is up (Get that, ****)
I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go
Keep five stones in his head like a mineral
He put pep out his Ville like a Mento
.38 punching like Kimbo
When you talkin' to me, bitch, remember I'm a giant
I dropped out of school, I'm defiant
A hater, stealer, and a liar
But in the jungle I'm a lion
Now they see me on a flight
They like, "Pop, you on fire"
I really just bought the new LaFerrari
RD like, "Send me the wire"
[Chorus]
Throwin' like Brady don't be the receiver
Dropped out of school, makin' more than my teacher
How that's your wifey? For me she a eater
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker
That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct
[Verse 4]
**** watchin' like the Rollie
Switch the VIN on the stoley
Same **** to the grave
Got a watch them, Mille topless
Got the white like Milonakis
I'm in traffic, say what's rockin'
You hear me, fuck, ready
Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh
Shorty shape like she Creole
It's fuck parole, fuck a CO
I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' greole
I'm back uptown wit' the papis
More white than a Nazi
Big wheel, still I duck the paparazzi
No time for no limelight
And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night
Fuck them **** on the other side
Only friend I got, he a dead guy
If you talk about him then the lead (Fly)
****, they act like they know me
Two fours on 'em, like Kobe, don't play wit' that lefty
He shoot like Ginobili, uh
Yeah, Trav, always tweakin', I ride with some apes
And I'm never on defense
I'm preein' these ****, the way that they envy
Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty
Foreign bitches givin' minds in the Bentley
Been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten piece
Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty
[Chorus]
Throwin' like Brady don't be the receiver (Nah)
Dropped out of school, makin' more than my teacher (Facts, dummy)
How that's your wifey? For me she a eater
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker
That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct
[Outro]
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Written by: Andre Loblack, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Brandon Sully, Carl Dorsmind, Dread Woo, Jahkeem Haughton, Travis Esprit