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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
NLE Choppa
Stimme und Gesang
D'Anthony Carlos
Stimme und Gesang
Paul Epworth
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
D'Anthony Carlos
Komponist:in
Paul Epworth
Komponist:in
Bryson Potts
Komponist:in
Mario Loving
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Paul Epworth
Co-Produzent:in
R.I.O.
Produzent:in
Javon Gant Graham
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Riley MacIntyre
Ingenieur:in
Jonny Breakwell
Mischtechniker:in
Mike Bozzi
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah, ah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Where all my real ****? Pop, pop a seal
Pop a bitch, tell that bitch, "Hold up, should've caught a stick"
Tell that bitch, "I don't fuck, fuck around with the shits"
They gon' fight, I don't care, scrub the ground, what's the deal?
Yeah, real **** fear me, huh, you don't fuck?
Hold up bitch, I don't fuck? Fuck around, that's a dub
Want the diamonds, want the truck, want the bitch with a butt
If she wanna fuck me, hit the P, shut the fuck up
Bitch, I don't fuck, she a freak
It's so bright I cannot see
Could've sold that bitch a O after a night
I don't show up in the day, I just show up at night
I don't show up in the day, bitch, I only come at night
That's alright, fuck on me, fuck on them, that's alright
That's alright, check the shoe, it's so blue like my juice
Racks on racks, 'Bachs on 'Bachs, bad bitch turnt, Maybach back
Without tags, **** just asked, I don't give a fuck about a **** that rap, yah
[Verse 2]
Ridin' in a Hommy with my Tommy, tryna turn into a gummy
Yeah, you know that we be wrappin' **** up just like a mummy (Just like a mummy)
He get shot, it execute him, so I hit him like a zombie (Brrra)
They askin' will I kill again, I'll do it for some money (For the cash)
Whole team steady ballin', bitch, we comin' like the Sonics (Like the Sonics)
Ten-piece, some five to the face, five to the chest, I gave him Crumpy's (Chicken wings)
Thirty shots up in this Drac', he keep on runnin', I keep dumpin'
They tellin' me to stop shootin', but them bullets keep on comin' (They keep on comin')
Bitch, you know how we be comin', we turn brains into salami (Into salami)
Regular clip in my glizzy, bitch, I wanna put a hunnid (Put a hunnid)
Put a switch up on that bitch and make it, "Brrra," it be stutterin'
If he talk down on my name, I swear to God I kill my brethren (Brethren)
[Outro]
Brrra
Written by: Bryson Potts, D'Anthony Carlos, Mario Loving, Paul Epworth