Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Pasta
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Pasta
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Pasta
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
Crush out on a **** like Kobe
He diss on the gang then his whip get exploded
And we with the shit so we constantly blowin
And we get a job, pull up, then unload it
Draco got some titties, it ain't shit to blow it
And I'm in your city, got your **** foldin
You old as fuck, you **** be molded
She told me I'm special, I know that I'm goated
I hop on the beat and I'm flowin, I know that I'm goated
Like, yeah
I got your bitch in the back, hit her from the back
Like, yeah
Bitch I'ma star like the sun
Take this lil' L, bitch, I already won
I'm better than ****, I do this for fun
And I'll get you stretched since you talkin' dumb
I ain't even stressed, I just do what I want
They don't understand me, like, change up your font
They want the lo, so I'm droppin' the dot
I ain't even see em, post put with that glock
If I see a zoomie, I'm lettin' off shots
That pussy a fed, he work with the cops
You dissin' on us, like, pussy, just stop
Stop dissin' on us and run up your guap
They hit me up for a feature, I'm chasin' that money, I'm gettin' that bag
They know I'm a player, I'll fuck, then I leave her I might just hop in that Jag
Sorry, lil' baby, I do not love you
We know you a player, and you been run through
My bro hit me up for the packs
And I put him on, now we makin' them stacks
Switch up the flow when I rap
I just want the dough, so I'm makin' these slaps
I'm on the field and I'm runnin' these laps
He talk on the gang, I hit him like his dad
Wanna blow up like a rap
You diss on the gang, well, pussy, get back
I just want the cheese, but I ain't no rat
She told me, please, so I'm breakin' her back
See the police, speed off in a scat
Four-five-zero, ain't cuttin' him slack
120 over, we not comin' back
Code 10-67, yeah, that's facts
And if I catch you a lackin' I'm uppin that bitch, and I'm knockin' his hat off
I don't respect y'all, so y'all won't get a hats off
I'm dippin that Glock, so you better just back off
And I'm in your city, I'm fuckin' his cash ho
I was in her kitty, now she all in my drawers
She got my dick in her mouth
Just like a winner, we airin' it out
Watch who you talkin' to punchin' your mouth
Don't know where you from, but I'm from the South
You catch a smack if you talkin' down
We get to the racks, but you bitches clowns
It's a case closed, no body found
All this drip on my clothes, I might drown
Hardest in my city, I'm known around town
Like Roddy the Rich, I'm walkin' him down
Got a new patec, I feel like I'm Vert
How you dissin' on us when you put in no work
These diamonds, they dancin
And them bitches twerk
Them bullets be blastin
Be quiet when you lurk
Crush out on a **** like Kobe
He diss on the gang then his whip get exploded
And we with the shit so we constantly blowin
And we get a job, pull up, then unload it
Draco got some titties, it ain't shit to blow it
And I'm in your city, got your **** floatin
You old as fuck, you **** be molded
She told me I'm special, I know that I'm goated
I hop on the beat and I'm flowin, I know that I'm goated
Like, yeah
I got your bitch in the back, hit her from the back
Like, yeah
Bitch I'ma star like the sun
Take this lil' L, bitch, I already won
I'm better than ****, I do this for fun
And I'll get you stretched since you talkin' dumb
Written by: Owen Piasta