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Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Stimme und Gesang
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Stimme und Gesang
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Programmierung
Loshendrix
Loshendrix
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter:in
Carlos Daniel Munoz
Carlos Daniel Munoz
Songwriter:in
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter:in
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Produzent:in
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mischtechniker:in
Loshendrix
Loshendrix
Produzent:in
Andrew Grossman
Andrew Grossman
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(CashMoneyAP) ooh, ooh, no, no NLE the Top Shotta Uh, posted (posted), in front of the trap (front the trap) Sellin' dope 'til the sun come down (come down) Take a fuck nigga right off the map (off the map) When I hit him with this whole hunnid rounds (a hunnid rounds) Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (with my Glock) You wanna play, and then this bitch goin' down (it's goin' down) We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (get to blazin') I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk down on 'em in Balenciaga runners My blood slime a nigga out just like an anaconda You go against me, then you fucked just like a used condom (you fucked, yeah) I roll 'em up, and then I smoke 'em like some good ganja, ayy (I smoke 'em up, yeah) Still doin' drive-bys, but I wanna walk 'em (I wanna) If I can't find 'em, you know I'm gonna stalk 'em (I gotta stalk 'em) Caution tape up on the scene, I had to white chalk 'em (grrt, grrt) Runnin' from my gun, but my bullets had to hawk 'em (grrt, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Uh, posted (posted), in front of the trap (front the trap) Sellin' dope 'til the sun come down (come down) Take a fuck nigga right off the map (off the map) When I hit him with this whole hunnid rounds (a hunnid rounds) Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (with my Glock) You wanna play, and then this bitch goin' down (it's goin' down) We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (get to blazin') I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Nigga, I was posted on the corner where the J's at Roll up in the four by four, pull up at the corner store And I got red in my drank when I pour up soda I remember prayin' that the feds never take the Motorola Choppa got the choppa, make 'em do a backflip Pay my dawg a dime to walk him down, he need the racks, bitch I been drinkin', I been takin' all this codeine to the face Got a lotta M's in the safe, caught a murder, then I beat the case I was just about to do the race Uh, posted (posted), in front of the trap (front the trap) Sellin' dope 'til the sun come down (come down) Take a fuck nigga right off the map (off the map) When I hit him with this whole hunnid rounds (a hunnid rounds) Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (with my Glock) You wanna play, and then this bitch goin' down (it's goin' down) We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (get to blazin') I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Rodrick Moore, Bryson Lashun Potts, Carlos Munoz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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