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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kirko Bangz
Kirko Bangz
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kirk Jerel Randle
Kirk Jerel Randle
Songwriter:in
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
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idreaminstereo
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DJ Chose
DJ Chose
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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose)
[Instrumental]
Tell me what's up ('Sup?)
I've seen so much (Much)
Too much shade, this shit, it ain't love (Love)
And I wanna go see about it (See about it)
But I gotta be a G about it (G about it)
I'm out of fucks (Yeah)
I've got no trust (Yeah, yeah)
I've seen so much (Oh)
And I wanna go see about it (See)
But I gotta be a G about it (G)
Gotta be a G (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Hit your ass with the side-eye
Then I hit you with the bye-bye, yeah
True colors done shown, yeah
Your shit was tie-dye, yeah
Always talkin' that rider shit, but you never once said you a rider
Rich Homie, sayin' blah-blah (Yeah), you just talkin' that rah-rah (Hmm)
Flights out to Cancún, spent a bag on them United flights
Can't believe I fell back when you told me I should spend some nights
Can't believe I fell back when you told me I should pay your rent
Thank God for all this pimpin', stood on that, ain't send you shit (Yeah)
Gotta let that other **** simp
He ain't me and I ain't him
I sling dick and get you right
You just call me through the night
You call him when you want dollars
You on hush, bae, then you solid
[Chorus]
Then you gotta tell me what's up ('Sup?)
I've seen so much (Much)
Too much shade, this shit, it ain't love (Love)
And I wanna go see about it (See about it)
But I gotta be a G about it (G about it)
I'm out of fucks (Yeah)
I've got no trust (Yeah, yeah)
I've seen so much (Oh)
And I wanna go see about it (See)
But I gotta be a G about it (G)
Gotta be a G
[Verse 2]
We slippin' off on the side, yeah
Gold diamonds in my mouth, yeah
I done found me, I done shook back and changed up and you lost, yeah
Phone off the hook, bitch gon' ring
Ho want a **** third leg
H-Town, got a brand-new bitch
Bitch fine, she a thoroughbred
Yeah, forgot who I was, forgot I came up
I forgot I'm out that East, I beat them odds, ain't change up
Had some shit off on the side, I wonder why I ain't mate her
Got them vibes that you was snaky, that's that shit I can't trust
2 a.m. and an address, you tellin' me take a shot
Now it's 3 a.m. and I'm sober and you textin' me sayin', "Now drive"
And I said no
And you know
[Chorus]
So tell me what's up ('Sup?)
I've seen so much (Much)
Too much shade, this shit, it ain't love (Love)
And I wanna go see about it (See about it)
But I gotta be a G about it (G about it)
I'm out of fucks (Yeah)
I've got no trust (Yeah, yeah)
I've seen so much (Oh)
And I wanna go see about it (See)
But I gotta be a G about it (G)
Gotta be a G
Written by: Kirk Jerel Randle, Norman Payne
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