Clip vidéo

Apparaît dans

Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Stimme und Gesang
1900Rugrat
1900Rugrat
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Markus Randle
Markus Randle
Songwriter:in
Miles Spiel
Miles Spiel
Songwriter:in
Nayvadius DeMun Cash
Nayvadius DeMun Cash
Songwriter:in
Rodney Hill
Rodney Hill
Songwriter:in
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter:in
Mekhi Mobley
Mekhi Mobley
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mobley
Mobley
Produzent:in

Paroles

(Mobleyyy) (Damn, damn) Run that back D-da-da- (one more time, one more time) Uh, uh, cracker got an AR like he shootin' schools up Yellow wide-body, Hellcat look like a school bus Dove up in that water, huh, I ain't had no scuba Glock on my lap, up and blow like a tuba You just a hatin' bitch, I don't give two fucks You just like to talk a lot, you ain't finna do nothin' They just like to pocket watch, so I got some zippers for 'em (damn, damn) I got P's and zippers for 'em What they need? I get it for 'em Dope loud, it's annoyin', bitch, you can't ignore it On that porch, ride 'til early mornin', tryna get it off We get cheese like asiago, pockets, they on double portion Bitch, I'm poppin' like some bubbles blowin' Uh, yeah, uh-uh Cuh said he ready, I'm already goin', uh (I'm already goin') Glock got a red dick like a dog do, uh She won't play with my team (damn, damn) She might just dog you, hm (she might just dog you) Lam' white like ice cream, seats look like fondue (seats look like fondue) Your bitch say she like me, I'm high as a kite be (high as a kite be) Need some bad lil' red shit, somethin' like a Hi-C (somethin' like a Hi-C) Bitch, I'm right with 23 Feelin' somethin' like Mike be (somethin' like Mike be) Chopper talk that Bow Wow Feelin' somethin' like Mike be (somethin' like Mike be) F-, mm, yeah, uh, uh (somethin' like Mike be) Somethin' like LeBron with the Cavs, made a light C (uh-uh) I'm already white, ho (damn, damn), I don't need no white bitch (uh-uh) I'm already white, bitch, I don't need no white ho We got brown, tan, purp', green, teal, and white dope (yeah) We got dog food, syrup, gas, yeah, booger sugar Drew down with a black ski, now that boy a coulda-shoulda Uh, drew down with that, huh, yeah, that black ski, he a coulda-shoulda You feel me? Druski? Coulda? Yeah You catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh Get me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn) Draco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets I been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie I been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah) Shoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah) Now you can't talk again (uh) 5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah) All they finna say, hm, "Shouldn't have spoke on him," huh Speak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn) I pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your- Yeah One take, bitch, that's on the whole L Free Three, free Steve, on God, bitch Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh Pfft, yeah (light this up) Yeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it I've been more street than Sesame Like Elmo, how I chew my muffin Since elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers Fuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny Trappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money Blacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny The Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard I don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist How the fuck, bitch? I don't love my mother? I admit I said a lot of dumb-ass shit when I was a youngin I ain't used to get down with brown bitches, but now I love her What you think, we changing 19 to 1800? And then you grow some dreads and dye 'em red, you look like Chucky Nigga, fuck that, all that partner shit don't mean nothin' Fuck that love crap, all my partners owe me money Where the drugs at? I'm tryna tweak I don't need no company (damn, damn) I'm a rugrat, I keep a Tommy on me, buddy Turn a nigga mummy, every of my birthdays rainy now Yeah, Z god, Zeus, thunder, lightning, thunder Za, OVO function I'm serious like SM, but I don't pay the radio Like, Sirius, like SM, satellite
Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Nayvadius Wilburn, Rodney R. Jr. Hill, Markus Alandrus Randle, Mekhi Christopher Mobley, Miles Spiel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out