Top Songs By Rundown Spaz
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rundown Spaz
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Richard Goins
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chris Terrificc Terry
Mischtechniker:in
Mogyi
Produzent:in
Lyrics
(This shit too low, Mogyi, turn up the bass)
(Slide no more, they don't even slide no more)
(Nigga don't slide no more)
My opps don't e'en slide no more, niggas on Clubhouse runnin' they lips, it's weird
Dude steady makin' 'em raps, hollerin', "Backseat music," but a nigga ain't slid in years
I'm tryna swing my door, 23 fully yop, I'll show you how to send a blitz for real
Give a nigga like point-three secs to duck his top 'fore I do him like Clip, for real
Heard a nigga had tripped and fell like, shit, oh well (like, shit, oh well)
Nigga seen the walkers and ain't shoot first, so he basically killed himself (killed himself)
On bro, we gon' stretch yo' ass, nigga ain't that fast, show you how to really lay that belt (how to lay that belt)
Nigga won't shoot back, I can promise you that, jump out on shit myself
Nigga, we spank ass, for real, anything I did in life, I'd do it again (I'd do it again)
Nigga big brother died in his face, and he ain't turn killer, he a bitch that forgot to spin (a bitch that forgot to spin)
Nigga, this shit easy as one, two, three, stop that cryin', go box him in (go box him in)
Free O Boy, can't wait 'til he free, when he touch the streets, I'ma drop my kin (I'ma drop my gun)
Nigga, we lay belt, they know, act like you don't, go check the score (act like you don't, nigga)
7.62 hit him all in the backbone, Drac'd him down 'til he wasn't no more ('til he wasn't no more, bang)
Nigga, we lay belt, they know, act like you don't, go check the score (bang)
7.62 hit him all in the backbone (go, go), Drac'd him down 'til he wasn't no more (he go)
My opps don't e'en slide no more, niggas on Clubhouse runnin' they lips, it's weird (weird)
Dude steady makin' 'em raps, hollerin', "Backseat music," but a nigga ain't slid in years (a nigga ain't slid in years)
I'm tryna swing my door, 23 fully yop, I'll show you how to send a blitz for real (phew, phew)
Give a nigga like point-three secs to duck his top 'fore I do him like Clip, for real (phew, phew, phew)
Heard a nigga had tripped and fell like, shit, oh well (like, shit, oh well)
Nigga seen the walkers and ain't shoot first, so he basically killed himself (killed himself)
On bro, we gon' stretch yo' ass, nigga ain't that fast, show you how to really lay that belt (how to lay that belt)
Nigga won't shoot back, I can promise you that, jump out on shit myself (myself)
Phew, phew, uh, uh
Bitch-ass nigga
Uh, get yo' nigga, get yo' nigga
Better watch out, lil' nigga
Writer(s): Richard Goins
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