Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
SOB X RBE
Künstler:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Drew Banga
Produzent:in
Lev Berlak
Mischtechniker:in
Spencer Stevens
Produzent:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
**** want me dead so I'm ridin' with the stick
Glock 22 with a thirty in that bitch
Up this bitch on 'em, better pray I don' miss
Catch that bucket up in traffic, you gon' get that shit flipped
In a Uber wit a dub, got that bag on me
I don' like the conversation, I don't talk
Bitch, you can cash on me
They just like me, it can't fold, that's that fast money
Fuck the Feds, they on the other line, they be tappin'
Pussy-**** want the beef, guess what? You can't have it
Drew bangin' on the beat, so this mufucka slappin'
Glock 21, I'm a mufuckin' savage
Moon walkin' in these jugs, call that boppin' with this plastic
[Verse 2]
Just had a convo with the mic, I ain't puttin' it down
And you the type to act a ass when it's pussy around
And I'm a stand-up type, **** can't push me around
I told security mind they business, ain't pattin' me down
And I was broke as hell the jokes come in, laugh at me now
And this Glock like Shaquille how it's backin' him down
You ain't investin' with them bands, you'll be back in a drought
Keep on callin' in for work and be back on the couch
Ops want smoke? Fuck it, let 'em have it all
****, you been lost up in that sauce but here's a map for y'all
That syrup gon' help me catch up on them Z's like a dragon ball
And I'll never wear a hat, I'll cap it all
Death threats, they make my tummy tickle
Pussy, you can't hide forever, we're gonna come and get you
And I don' give a fuck if my cousin with you
'Cause on the love for the gang, this shit unconditional
[Verse 3]
**** want me dead so I'm ridin' with the stick
Glock 22 with a thirty in that bitch
Up this bitch on 'em, better pray I don' miss
Catch that bucket up in traffic, you gon' get that shit flipped
In a Uber wit a dub, got that bag on me
I don' like the conversation, I don't talk
Bitch, you can cash on me
They just like me, it can't fold, that's that fast money
Fuck the Feds, they on the other line, they be tappin'
[Verse 4]
Been like a month since I done slide through the sucka slide
But don't trip, I'm on my way, so, ****, run and hide
And we gon' catch you **** slippin', it just come with time
It's RBN OBM, ****, I know where to sign
You **** took my kindness for weakness
Fifty bands on my wrists, bitch, , you broke, you ain't eatin'
Slid with this chop and drop it off 'cause I ain't need it
Talk ain't no reason, **** ain't no reasonin'
Ooh, I'm gon' be glad when these **** ain't breathin'
Slingin' with no mask on my face just to see you
And when I had this Glock on 'em, he ain't believin'
Oh, headshot so the doctor can't treat him
I ain't fuckin' with you ****, that's on two and L
They say rich **** don't do drills, but I'm gon' do it still
****'s gettin' outta hand, I had to put him in his place
I'ma slide and slide again until they put me in my grave
[Verse 5]
**** want me dead so I'm ridin' with the stick
Glock 22 with a thirty in that bitch
Up this bitch on 'em, better pray I don' miss
Catch that bucket up in traffic, you gon' get that shit flipped
In a Uber wit a dub, got that bag on me
I don' like the conversation, I don't talk
Bitch, you can cash on me
They just like me, it can't fold, that's that fast money
Fuck the Feds, they on the other line, they be tappin'
[Verse 6]
Pussy-**** want the beef, guess what? You can have it
Drew bangin' on the beat, so this mufucka slappin'
Glock 21, I'm a mufuckin' savage
Moon walkin' in these jugs, call that boppin' with this plastic
(Lil', bitch)
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