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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rob49
Rob49
Stimme und Gesang
Lil Zay Osama
Lil Zay Osama
Stimme und Gesang
Tapekid
Tapekid
Programmierung
Remote
Remote
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Isaiah Dukes
Isaiah Dukes
Songwriter:in
Levin Buhtz
Levin Buhtz
Songwriter:in
Marc Ulrich
Marc Ulrich
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Nick Rice
Nick Rice
Mischtechniker:in
Tapekid
Tapekid
Produzent:in
Remote
Remote
Produzent:in

Letras

[Intro]
Ayy, gang, uh
Ayy, gang (Glah, glah)
Fuck wrong with these ****, man? (Gang shit, ****)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Better run, better duck when we pop up out that cut (Bah, bah, come here)
We ain't shootin' out no car, we hoppin' out and runnin' up (Grrah, bitch)
Switch go, "doo-doo-doo-doo-doo," he ain't had no time to bust
I see an opp, I get that rush, he ain't leavin' with no crutch (Grrah)
12 kickin' in the trap, I gotta swallow, I gotta flush
I'm smokin' all my dead opps in this Backwood, don't roll no Dutch
Foenem get to squeezin', reach and we gon' think his ass clutch (Bitch)
I like all my bitches bad, pretty face and bubble butt (Bubble butt)
[Verse 1]
Bitch, we key a lot of fast shit, you hear me up the street (Skrrt)
And we ain't gotta buy no car off some ****, lil' bro 'nem got the key (Lil' foenem got the key)
Me and foenem out here lampin', creepin', everybody sleep (Everybody sleep)
And I'll slide by myself, but you out slidin' 'til you deep
Ayy, how many of them **** dead? I can't even count no more (I can't even count no more)
We paint the whole block red, y'all don't even be out no more
Even they bitches fuckin' the gang, what you want, some clout, lil' ho?
Opps FaceTime me talkin' crazy, I just tell 'em 'bout lil' bro (Uh, uh, uh)
You say ain't no smoke, hangin' with my opps just gon' put y'all in it (Goofy)
Gang 'nem got them real yercs, not that shit with that 'nyl in it (Not that fake shit)
I'm hittin' every angle on an opp bitch, she ain't got no walls in it
I know this bitch a ho, I put my dick in, how I fall in it (Damn)
This lil' bitch the coldest with the mouth, she ain't got no Halls in it (Bitch)
Ain't no store that I shop in the 'Raq up in the mall, **** (Broke ass)
I know your type, bitch, you like lame-ass tall ****
You don't like a gangster that bang it out and never call **** (Brrah)
[Chorus]
Better run, better duck when we pop up out that cut (For real)
We ain't shootin' out no car, we hoppin' out and runnin' up (Brr, gang)
Switch go, "doo-doo-doo-doo-doo," he ain't had no time to bust (He ain't had no time to bust)
I see an opp, I get that rush (Come here), he ain't leavin' with no crutch (Nah)
12 kickin' in the trap, I gotta swallow, I gotta flush (Fuck, bitch)
I'm smokin' all my dead opps in this Backwood, don't roll no Dutch
Foenem get to squeezin', reach and we gon' think his ass clutch (Goofy-ass ****)
I like all my bitches bad, pretty face and bubble butt
[Verse 2]
Yeah, that's my problem, I like ratchet bitches, low class, eat it up (Yeah, yeah, low class)
I ain't had no gun, but I serve pounds in my mama coat (Yeah)
Stop sayin' you gang, you ain't locked in, we don't fuck with you (We don't fuck with you, ****)
FaceTime with Lil Zay Osama, he in jail, but that's my dog (Yeah)
You ain't never seen a switchy, huh? (You never seen no switchy, huh?)
Yeah, I'm a drug dealin', real **** from the South (Yeah)
Heard he threw salt on my name, bitch, watch your mouth (Salt on my name, bitch, watch your mouth)
Ain't no flaw on me, a real one, I'm gon' stand in this bitch tall (Yeah)
Yeah, the bricks made me, I came up doin' bad shit with these drills (Yeah)
Ten play every week, but lil' bro in jail sellin' mojo shit (Yeah)
Like a snapback, **** cap, that cap rap shit, I don't wanna hear it
DJ Bandz'll do it better, but I can't cap, I'll beat a **** (Yeah)
Like a ref, I'm too official (Yeah)
Schemin' hard, out my body (Yeah)
It's just me and all my partners, I don't like **** like a Nazi (Yeah)
Chrome Heart, please, Mike Amiri jeans on me
Go 'head, call my bluff, I'll come to your set one deep, ****
[Chorus]
Better run, better duck when we pop up out that cut (For real)
We ain't shootin' out no car, we hoppin' out and runnin' up (Brr, gang)
Switch go, "doo-doo-doo-doo-doo," he ain't had no time to bust (He ain't have no time to bust)
I see an opp, I get that rush (Come here), he ain't leavin' with no crutch (Nah)
12 kickin' in the trap, I gotta swallow, I gotta flush (Fuck, bitch)
I'm smokin' all my dead opps in this Backwood, don't roll no Dutch
Foenem get to squeezin', reach and we gon' think his ass clutch (Goofy-ass ****)
I like all my bitches bad, pretty face and bubble butt
Written by: Isaiah Dukes, Levin Buhtz, Marc Ulrich
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