Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
DracBaby
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Reginald Felix
Texte
Kevin Davis Jr
Komponist:in
Jacob Sclaver
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ KJ
Produzent:in
Juko
Co-Produzent:in
Lyrics
(KJ, let the beat knock)
I'm livin' good, pockets on swole, you worry 'bout me, is you gon' get yours?
I want a body this summer, ain't no more keyboard killin', that shit gettin' borin'
We catch an opp, they get round applause, we get to clappin' they ass like an award
You got a family you ain't even took care yet, ****, on God, you **** lil' boys
We get the drop, they yellin' out, "Go" (Go), lil' cuh, that man tryna spin
They tryna hit everybody who out there, lil' cuh know I'm doin' it for twin
I just hit they main shooter in his leg, tell him get back, he ain't even gon' spin
Everything loaded, he ain't even got a drum, don't slide this way, he ain't even gon' win
They sendin' shots, I'm feelin' like wicked, I can't even dodge, they boxin' me in
Industry plant, this shit watered down, I'm still tryna see how I'm finna get in
**** ain't solid, them boys get flexible, get in that room, them boys gon' bend
How you gon' boss up your life, but you fuckin' with him? Tryna boss up, baby, get in
Fourth quarter pressure, we right by the figure
Got two seconds left, I'm like, "Fuck it, let's run it"
**** ain't ready, they leavin' they cleats at the house, we scorin', them boys gettin' punished
This ain't no regular car, this a Cyber, I tap the gas, the spaceship comin'
High-speed 12 all way down the E-way, but after I'm done, I'm gettin' off to the money
I asked that **** to show me a dub, he couldn't, he lied, on God, he poor
I pop my shit like whenever I want, half these **** can't do it, on God, they broke
I put this shit on, you can't tell me shit, Louis V stamped all way the floor
She a shit-eater, she can't be my wife, I'm just tryna smash, then she gotta go
He reach for my chain, his ass shot gettin' shot in this bitch, no fakin', lil' cuh gon' blow
We just scored again, we skunkin' they ass, get caught out of bounds, I'm blitzin' you first
Y'all been had the drop, y'all still ain't came through yet, on God, I'm ready to go
Stop actin' like you really on that, be for real, y'all duckin' this smoke ('Moke)
I'm livin' good, pockets on swole, you worry 'bout me, is you gon' get yours?
I want a body this summer, ain't no more keyboard killin', that shit gettin' borin'
We catch an opp, they get round applause, we get to clappin' they ass like an award
You got a family you ain't even took care yet, ****, on God, you **** lil' boys
We get the drop, they yellin' out, "Go" (Go), lil' cuh, that man tryna spin
They tryna hit everybody who out there, lil' cuh know I'm doin' it for twin
I just hit they main shooter in his leg, tell him get back, he ain't even gon' spin
Everything loaded, he ain't even got a drum, don't slide this way, he ain't even gon' win
Written by: Jacob Sclaver, Kevin Davis Jr, Reginald Felix