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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
YFN Lucci
YFN Lucci
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Songwriter:in
Zachary D. Thomas
Zachary D. Thomas
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
John Horesco
John Horesco
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Keith Dawson
Keith Dawson
Mischtechniker:in
Budda Beats
Budda Beats
Produzent:in
Abdur-Rahman "BK" Abdullah
Abdur-Rahman "BK" Abdullah
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
Uh, they ain't fucking with my flow
I'm the greatest, yeah
All this dope in a bowl
I'm straight, yeah
I'ma young fly ****
And I made it, yeah
[Verse 2]
Aye we ain't worried 'bout nun', uh
Too many bitches, I don't need no more, yeah
I been drinkin', I don't need no more, yeah
Smoke a pound, I don't need no more, yeah
A hundred round, nothin' less, we got more, uh
Oh, don't bring them **** 'round me no more, yeah, yeah
I been thinkin' to myself I won't smoke, yeah
All these bitches, we don't need no more, yeah
We were broke, boy, now no more
[Verse 3]
Heaven or hell, we gotta go but I can't go to jail
I caught every sale, I ain't lying but I can't go back there, yeah
I ain't paying no **** to do it, I know he might tell, yeah
If I want a **** dead I'm coming myself
You know I show and tell, light a L and spray the block with shells
Damn, too many Glocks in here
Fuck the cops and whoever else
Shoot up the block, hit whoever there
If he ain't dead, get him a wheelchair
Stretch him out, let him chill there
All in yo spot like we live there, know we will
Now we in the air, we on the leer now everywhere
Bitch talkin' 'bout she came to chill, told the bitch get out, yeah
If you ain't talking 'bout no M's, I can't hear a sound
[Verse 4]
Uh, uh, too many bitches, I don't need no more, yeah
I been drinkin', I don't need no more, yeah
Smoke a pound, I don't need no more, yeah
A hundred round, nothin' less, we got more, uh
Oh, don't bring them **** 'round me no more, yeah, yeah
I been thinkin' to myself I won't smoke, yeah
All these bitches, we don't need no more, yeah
We were broke, boy, now no more
[Verse 5]
They ain't us, plain Jane us, too much gang, huh
I can't wait up, I never give up the game, nah
Dammit, we fucked the game up
I got too much to gain now
I came too far to change now
I can't put all my chains down, yeah
I'm a young fly ****, we came from nothin'
Too busy somewhere stuntin'
You never gettin' money
On my way hearin' somethin' but no I'm not fearin' nothin'
Put some money on everybody, I mean everybody, yeah, uh
I didn't know it, no, when we were growin' up
I caught cases growin' up, you ain't ever lace a truck
You ain't never hit shit up
I been down, I been up
Always got my pistol tuck
My chains always tangled up, yeah
[Verse 6]
Uh, too many bitches, I don't need no more, yeah
I been drinkin', I don't need no more, yeah
Smoke a pound, I don't need no more, yeah
A hundred round, nothin' less, we got more, uh
Oh, don't bring them **** 'round me no more, yeah, yeah
I been thinkin' to myself I won't smoke, yeah
All these bitches, we don't need no more, yeah
We were broke, boy, now no more
[Verse 7]
Uh
Better know from fuckin' wit ya, just know it's real
Better know if you fuck with me, you gettin' killed
Shit real spill ****'ll die to live the life I lived
You new **** better pay homage, I'm what got you here
I know them **** all in ya ear, yeah
Them **** know how I end careers, yeah
**** clique'n up, these **** bitch as fuck
And all of these **** bitches I fuck, yeah
We puttin' numbers up, **** get ya jumper up
I'm on the road everyday, you know my duffle stuffed
Crushed whole lot of ice crushed
Whole lot of choppers over here, what we gon fight for?
Hear them **** tellin' man them folk tried to indict, bruh
We don't do the internet, boy you better tighten up
Catch you at the interstate, we don't like to type, bruh
Man I swear ain't too many like us, yeah
[Verse 8]
Uh, funny how they hate when you on, yeah
Came in the game on my own, yeah
Ain't no way we gon fall
Ain't no way at all, uh
Never let 'em tell you what you can't, nah
If there's a will there's a way, uh, uh
You think we came to the top just to fall
Oh, ain't no way at all
[Verse 9]
Think it's a game?
Written by: Rayshawn Lamar Bennett, Zachary D. Thomas
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