Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ola Runt
Ola Runt
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jaree Jackson Jr.
Jaree Jackson Jr.
Komponist:in
Joel Banks
Joel Banks
Komponist:in
Taylor Banks
Taylor Banks
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bankroll Got It
Bankroll Got It
Produzent:in
Triggmixedit
Triggmixedit
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Intro]
For Lil Cam, ****, I'll turn a **** to a gram **** (Whoa, whoa)
For Lil Robert, you know a **** ain't gon' spare 'em
I ain't gon' spare 'em
[Verse 1]
Pop the G6, now he clutchin' on his Gen 5 (His Gen 5)
And if you keep on tryna run, that's how your friend die (How your friend die)
These **** working with the feds, these **** GBI (These **** feds)
My first day out, start smelling blood, they shouldn't have let me out
I wear Rick Owens leather pants like I'm Mick Jagger (Mick Jagger)
Name ain't Percy, but I'm telling you I'm the P Master (Master P)
And who next? Tryna step on shit, like he was Craig Daddy
And we had switches, 2015, we been getting nasty
These **** rapping, went commercial, we still get active
This freaky little bitch pretty and give good brain, just like Einstein (Einstein)
We been cooking dope so long his wrist look just like Popeye (Popeye)
Pop out for no reason, bitch, I been sliding all evening (All evening)
She probably think I'm cheating, but I been lurking out, scheming (Out scheming)
Free them double M, he take his knife to visitation (Visitation)
How many that died?
How many that's waiting? (Whoa)
Thought he was a demon (Whoa)
Show that boy I'm Satan (Whoa)
Come behind the wall and put that knife in his face (In his face)
5L ****, know we stepping, **** can't hang with us
This one for my **** that I lost who had came with us (Long live)
My little brother died, but his spirit still hang with us (On gang)
Ever since you left, ****, we been turning shit to angel dust (On God)
We don't even smoke these **** no more, we just hang 'em up
I'm the one that told 'em, just know we spinning, ain't no changing up (And they know that)
Keltec on me with the kick on it like Daniel-San (Daniel-San)
****, don't get caught but if you do, ****, I'll pay your bond
I'm the type to walk that **** down, go back on the run (Bah, bah)
I just made ten thousand, I went and modified all my guns
Every day I live by, I ain't going for none (I ain't going for none)
Way before I had the money, ****, I could push a button
**** be talkin' 'bout what they said, ****, you can get whacked for none
Ask Lil Five and 'em what they want, they do that shit for nothin'
And my young brew like Beyblades, they just spin for nothin'
I told my hood ho throw the alley, and she know I dunk (Know I dunk)
He got caught down bad without it early in the morning (Slumped)
And this opp bitch just gon' call a **** when she horny (She horny)
And we pop out in different cities, ****, just like we touring (Like we touring)
Written by: Jaree Jackson Jr., Joel Banks, Taylor Banks
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