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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Herm
Herm
Rap
Big B
Big B
Rap
Dylan Cooking Hits
Dylan Cooking Hits
Programmierung
JcOnDatBeat
JcOnDatBeat
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dylan Hunter
Dylan Hunter
Songwriter:in
Jonathan Hamilton
Jonathan Hamilton
Songwriter:in
Jyrese Crocker
Jyrese Crocker
Songwriter:in
Trulondrick Norman
Trulondrick Norman
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dylan Cooking Hits
Dylan Cooking Hits
Produzent:in
JcOnDatBeat
JcOnDatBeat
Produzent:in
Bobby Youngblood
Bobby Youngblood
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
BlokkOnDa808's
BlokkOnDa808's
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Dylan cookin' hits, boy)
Yeah
(JC got that beat knockin')
Yeah
[Verse 2]
**** said, "Who hidin'?"
We the ones promotin' violence (Violence)
**** say they slidin', but who really catchin' bodies?
I ain't have no time to up, but I still shot back when they shot me
I don't give a motherfuck, I'm tryna kill him and his partner
I'm tryna catch him for my murder man (Murder man)
He doin' his murder dance (Murder dance)
Got that switch up in his hand
Lurkin', tryna bust your ass (Let me get a beat)
This one for them grave diggers (Grave diggers)
This for them soul snatchers (Them soul snatchers)
Caught his ass in traffic
Blew the engine, left some holes in him (Bow, holes in him)
[Verse 3]
4KTrey, come bang, **** (Come bang, ****)
Let's leave a stain, **** (Let's leave a stain, ****)
Know they killed your partner (Huh?)
Well, go stand on what you claim, **** (Stand on what you claim)
NBA be the murder squad
No drive-by, we gon' park the car (Park the car)
Chopper with the silencer gon' make a song
Been leavin' dead bodies all through the town, you can ask the mayor (Big B, huh?)
[Verse 4]
Ridin', lurkin' on the back street (Yeah, back street)
I'm just prayin' that we catch him (Catch him)
Youngin' see him, he gon' stretch him (Stretch him)
Thirty racks, yeah, that's his blessing
Think I'm playin'? Come and test me (Come on)
We gon' burn up your whole section (Bitch, fall in line)
[Verse 5]
I'm fuckin' with 'em, on my word, he go (On my word)
And we keep it silent (Silent)
His partner dead, now they blamin' us (What?)
But we don't know nothin' 'bout it (Uh-huh)
4KTrey, they know we stand on business (Stand on business)
And them **** ridin' (Bitch, huh)
[Verse 6]
**** said, "Who hidin'?"
We the ones promotin' violence (Violence)
**** say they slidin', but who really catchin' bodies?
I ain't have no time to up, but I still shot back when they shot me
I don't give a motherfuck, I'm tryna kill him and his partner
I'm tryna catch him for my murder man (Murder man)
He doin' his murder dance (Murder dance)
Got that switch up in his hand
Lurkin', tryna bust your ass (Let me get a beat)
This one for them grave diggers (Grave diggers)
This for them soul snatchers (Them soul snatchers)
Caught his ass in traffic
Blew the engine, left some holes in him (Bow, holes in him)
[Verse 7]
Said, "Big B, man, fuck them ****, all them **** hoes" (Them **** hoes)
Got a drop up on them boys, knocked them down like dominoes (Like dominoes)
Up that blicky, hit that switch, that's another casket closed (Casket closed)
Hollow goin' through his body
Hit him everywhere 'cept the toes (Except the—)
[Verse 8]
His lil' partner on that 'Gram with all that cryin' and shit
Get a napkin, wipe the tear
Go slang some iron, lil' bitch (Slang some)
It was all fun and games when they was reppin' off my partner (Partner)
Dropped a couple dollars, youngin' flushed 'em with the chopper (Chopper)
[Verse 9]
**** said, "Who hidin'?"
We the ones promotin' violence
**** say they slidin', but who really catchin' bodies?
I ain't have no time to up, but I still shot back when they shot me
I don't give a motherfuck, I'm tryna kill him and his partner
I'm tryna catch him for my murder man
He doin' his murder dance
Got that switch up in his hand
Lurkin', tryna bust your ass
This one for them grave diggers
This for them soul snatchers
Caught his ass in traffic
Blew the engine, left some holes in him
[Verse 10]
4KTrey, come bang, ****, let's leave a stain, ****
Know they killed your partner
Well, go stand on what you claim, **** (Claim, ****)
Written by: Dylan Hunter, Jonathan Hamilton, Jyrese Crocker, Trulondrick Norman
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