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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kay Flock
Kay Flock
Rap
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Rap
Elvis Beatz
Elvis Beatz
Künstler:in
Adrian Lau
Adrian Lau
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Adrian Lau
Adrian Lau
Komponist:in
Jeremy Arbesfeld
Jeremy Arbesfeld
Komponist:in
Kevin Perez
Kevin Perez
Songwriter:in
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Elvis Beatz
Elvis Beatz
Produzent:in
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mischtechniker:in
Lou Carrao
Lou Carrao
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Sophie Griffiths
Sophie Griffiths
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Adrian Lau
Adrian Lau
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Make a movie (yeah) Make a song of the dance, make a record (huh) (Elvis) Yeah (A Lau on the beat) Grrah, grrah-grrah (baow) Grrah, grrah Yeah, huh (make a movie) GBG, we been slidin' for weeks (skrrt) Walk down gang, face shot, no V (baow) And bitch, is you ridin' for me? Big EBK, who you linin' for me? Like hop out (yeah), Dougie, he flockin' for he Not DOA, you ain't slidin' for we (nah) Bullets punchin', no boxin' wit' me (bullets punchin', no boxin' wit' me) (baow, baow, baow) Clip 'em, if he try to run when we slidin', we hit him, like We tricked him, like Thottie she lined him, she got him, we blitzed him Hang out the window, like I'm tryna Rick 'em (Ricky) Keep clickin', I go wit' the rhythm (grrah-grrah) Keep moving back, I make sure I won't miss him (miss him) He dead, now his homies miss him (he dead) And I thought that I told y'all before (like) Since that lil' nigga do not want war Put the K to your face and I kick down the door, like I'm tryna spin through the 4's (like) Park up, hop out, I'ma boom (like, wait) After that, get low to the floor (like) I do what I want, give a fuck about the boss Lost JB, I ain't losin' no more (grrah) GBG, we been slidin' for weeks (huh) Walk down gang, face shot, no V (grrt, baow) And bitch, is you ridin' for me? Big EBK, who you linin' for me? (Baow, baow, baow) Like hop out, Dougie, he flockin' for he Not DOA, you ain't slidin' for we (nah) Bullets punchin', no boxin' wit' me (baow) (bullets punchin', no boxin' wit' me) They got me back on my slide on my opp if I wanna (skrrt) I make it hot if I wanna (baow) He talkin' crazy all year, niggas'll die at the top of the summer (baow) They know how I rock, they know how I come, look, huh He wasn't a opp, but he from that block (naw) We don't care, we just wanted the numbers (baow) You know how we comin' through, huh Different cities we be runnin' through (baow) You not a big homie, so how is he under you? You say you tough, nigga show me a gun or two (baow, baow, baow-baow) Yeah, you say you tough, nigga show me a gun or two, huh As soon as you tell us where you at, my niggas'll come at you (skrrt, baow, baow) Send me the addy, it give me a rush We got 'em back but it wasn't enough We want more, nigga it's stuck And his main bitches givin' him up (grrt-grrt, baow) That nigga'll die tryna get a nut That nigga done died tryna get a nut (uh) GBG, we been slidin' for weeks (huh) Walk down gang, face shot, no V (grrt, baow) And bitch, is you ridin' for me? Big EBK, who you linin' for me? (Baow, baow, baow) Like hop out, Dougie, he flockin' for he Not DOA, you ain't slidin' for we (nah) Bullets punchin', no boxin' wit' me (baow) (bullets punchin', no boxin' wit' me)
Writer(s): Adrian Lau, Maxie Ryles, Kevin Perez, Jeremy Arbesfeld Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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