Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
FTO Sett
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kaimon Carwell
Songwriter:in
Malikov Bulat Radikovich
Songwriter:in
Myles Thompson
Songwriter:in
Raphael Udo III
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kevin Nix
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Nate “NateGMixedIt” Graves
Mischtechniker:in
Carter
Produzent:in
Draco
Produzent:in
Mjonthabeat
Produzent:in
Letras
(Ayy, Draco, how you do that?)
Mmm-hmm, they know why we come, man
They know that shit be in the street (ayy, MJ, what you in here doin', bruh?)
Fuck
FTO, I'm standin' on business (standin' on business)
Ty roll right now, bump head and collapse (collapse, ****)
Double one, I ain't dodge no wreck
When time get bigger, go hop in that ride (hop in a Sprinter)
You spin, we spin (get 'em)
****, let's go body for body, eye for an eye
Backed up, my **** quick and they anxious (anxious)
Give me respect, come on, murder pay time (****, pay)
Hell nah, ****, he ain't gеttin' no pass (gettin' no pass)
Headtap two times, gеt him clapped right now (clapped in the head)
Hit the backstreet with fullies (fullies)
HDG on that car right now (Hawk Down Gang)
Gave 'em three hundred (three hundred)
They known to wrap when nobody alive (DOA)
They droppin' that hundred (drop that bread)
I'm bringin' him back, ****, dead or alive
Go down what? (Go down Tate?)
Spin on who? Ain't nobody die? (On murder, nobody)
He runnin' with Crook, certified member
I know he'll fire (think about check mark)
Got 50 for a week, I'll drop my lo', I'm on Murda right now
****, rest in piss (fuck you, ****)
EK ****, all opps gotta die (EK)
Russian Drac', bomb landin' now (bump down)
.72 rippin' through his spine
.308 flippin' shit, close range (trail him)
Go out of pocket, put her in line (put her in check)
I can't knock her, shit-eater timin' (I don't want her)
King Crook, murder and diamonds (King backdoor)
Off the block, extortion and slimin' (off the block)
She gave the drop, perfect timin' (perfect)
All out the bushes, closin' his body (all in the bushes)
Let 'em do it, this right here mine (come here, man)
Stand over him, wanna see his mind
No, he ain't on that, quit lyin' (quit rappin')
FOX body, now he think he a giant
Good rappin', I can't go for the rhymes (rappin')
What the fuck, ****? Think you tough, ****?
Pumpin' you nuts, **** (pumpin' them all)
Know where I come get you touched
Bendin' they block in a Tonka truck, ****
Three hundred shots and the clip bust (bust, ****)
I'm in the mix gettin' shit slushed (get 'em crooked)
Still active, sprinter, I ain't rusty (no)
They ain't on shit, ****, I got 'em musty (bossed up, man)
You pushed us, ****
All you ****
But I'm a shooter, bitch, I'm a shooter
I'ma blow your back out, you don't know it
Fuck it, I ain't save ****
God ain't gon' save shit
Written by: Kaimon Carwell, Malikov Bulat Radikovich, Myles Thompson, Raphael Udo III