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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rob49
Künstler:in
YTB Fatt
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Robert Thomas
Komponist:in
Matthew Taylor
Komponist:in
Sheldon Gadson
Komponist:in
Georgiy Kravchenko
Komponist:in
Brian Saadeh
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
klutchfrenchie
Produzent:in
SHEL
Produzent:in
M3RY
Produzent:in
Afam “FAM” Obianagu
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Eddie Hernandez
Mischtechniker:in
Peter A. Barker
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pop a pink pill, turn to a Power Ranger
I done took X and Perc with hoes who high maintenance
Fuckin' on project hoes, Big 4ski just can't fake it
The biggest, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, money, drugs, sex, violence, ****, motivation
Money, drugs, sex, violence, my combination, yeah
Ya feel me, G-Code? I'm just poppin' it
They ain't even, I'm poppin it', yeah, huh
Fifty thousand plain watch, pinky ring cost twenty thou
Crazy necklace costin' bricks, a bank'll get a fuckboy crossed out
Mmm, you feel me? We just poppin' it, man, pop yo shit
You feel me?
[Verse 2]
Huh, eat her pussy, I left a diamond on her, she call me back
I'm the youngest rapper in the game with fifteen cars and one hundred scraps, huh
Real freak beat her pussy up by night, mornin' times flat, huh
I can't believe **** really tellin' on theyself on Vlad
I can't get on Youtube talkin' 'bout killin' so I really want somethin' dead
I ain't know I was this lit, I can put a feature and video on yo' head
Hunnid bows bust her ninth ward, I'm on thirty-five bitches before God
Play that loud-loud jam, buy some more liquor, we runnin' out
[Verse 3]
I can't believe **** mention my name just to get a buzz
I can't believe **** lyin' like I'm they fuckin' cuz
I know how the game go, the first one make it out, then you won
I want uncle, vultures probably just sold a brick of uh-huh
I can't believe **** ain't never met me but wanna diss me
I just pulled up bouncin' a Maybach truck wit' four, five bitches
Sittin' the back of the back with a liquor bottle, my driver a woman
I know that shit deeper than jet ski killers in Miami, Florida, huh
Brand new house by the ocean, I'm tried of catchin' charges in Georgia, huh
Rich for real, backyard by the water, made a mermaid my cousin, ah, ah
[Verse 4]
Yeah, poppin' like I'm supposed to wit' a bad ass bitch in the club, gon' drank mimosas
Broski ain't got no groupie bitches in the jail, he fuck his lotion
I done took four or five pills at one time, bitch, I'm tryna up my dosage
I done fuck four, five hoes at one time, I ain't gotta fuckin' post it
Fours don't give no fuck about bitches, ****, fuck that ho, I'm better than her
Brand new diamond bezel, this ho on me chrome and leather
I can't believe these **** out here linkin' up with rats, Big 4ski a fuckin' never
[Outro]
The biggest, the fuck ****, Foxwood
Runnin' with me right now, I got a Drake off sellin' fetty
Mouth, ears, neck spaghetti, every time we link, I bless her
Diamonds on me pissy, ****, Bart Simpson, I ain't R-Kelly
The Biggest, yeah
Written by: Brian Saadeh, Georgiy Kravchenko, Matthew Taylor, Robert Thomas, Sheldon Gadson