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YBN Nahmir
Stimme und Gesang
Vov
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chris Brown
Songwriter:in
Michael Hernandez
Songwriter:in
Nicholas Simmons
Songwriter:in
Nima Jahanbin
Songwriter:in
Paimon Jahanbin
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Nicholas Cavalieri
Mischtechniker:in
Foreign Tek
Produzent:in
Wallis Lane
Produzent:in
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
(Everything foreign, ****)
[Verse 2]
All I hear is gunshots (Bang, bang)
Up and down my block (Yeah)
It don't ever stop (Ow)
Either you in or out
I see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers
Man down, but they don't know who shot him
It's lookin like The Walking Dead, zombies
Everyday a **** D.I.E
If anybody scared, fuck from 'round me
If you ain't with the bid'ness, get the fuck around me
[Verse 3]
Slide down on my **** on tip
30 shots, they gon' go through your whip
I'm the man, smoke a **** like a zip
Then turn around and fuck on his bitch
I gotta keep movin', keep one in the Ruger
Bullets hot, they gon' hit your medula
I'm chasin' the sack, gotta get to the safe
By any means, gotta get that moolah
It's gun shots everywhere so boy you better hide
And Breezy say it's fuck you, so you know I'm finna slide
Watch me do that walk up, you seen that pole, now he surprised
Hollow tips gon' hit 'em then I'm hoppin' in that ride
Say the people took my brother, so I'm screamin' fuck the feds
I rather keep that blower 'fore my mama see me dead
If a **** run up on me, I'ma fill 'em up with lead
.223's hit his body, pop a **** like some mints
If I ever hit a lick, then you know I'm breakin' bread
**** snitchin' to the cops, they be talkin' to the feds
[Verse 4]
All I hear is gunshots (Bang, bang)
Up and down my block (Yeah)
It don't never stop (Ow)
Either you in or out
I see the paramedic, news cameras, police choppers
Man down, but they don't know who shot 'em
It's lookin' like The Walking Dead, zombies
Everyday a **** D.I.E
If anybody scared, fuck from 'round me
If you ain't with the bid'ness get the fuck around me
[Verse 5]
You better find that exit, stop that flexin'
Before I send you to the Reverend
All my ****'s reckless, you get the message?
None of y'all ain't gon' shoot, **** lame
Tyna complain, bitches still snitchin' if you tell the truth
You ain't about shit, now leave
And now I got a dick on me
I made this bitch feel my piece, and she ain't ever felt one of these
Yeah, tell her bend over
Then I shot man, nighttime, it's over
Then a man hit coke just like soda
Man tell a lie? Let me kill all the rumors
Mash up the pussycat, run run, Puma
Wine up for me, you gotta come sooner
**** head boss, knock out the tumor
Get her good dick, then all I hear is
[Verse 6]
All I hear is gunshots (Bang, bang)
Up and down my block (Yeah)
It don't never stop (Ow)
Either you in or out
I see the paramedic, news cameras, police choppers
Man down, but they don't know who shot 'em
It's lookin' like The Walking Dead, zombies
Everyday a **** D.I.E
If anybody scared, fuck from 'round me
If you ain't with the bid'ness get the fuck around me
Written by: Chris Brown, Michael Hernandez, Nicholas Simmons, Nick Simmons, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin