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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rob49
Künstler:in
Herbert R Wright
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Robert Thomas
Komponist:in
Herbert R Wright
Komponist:in
Sheldon Shamar Gadson
Komponist:in
Timofey Isaev
Komponist:in
Georgiy Kravchenko
Komponist:in
malachi kwayisi
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
SHEL
Produzent:in
Blasty
Produzent:in
M3RY
Produzent:in
Mallymadeit
Produzent:in
Eddie Hernandez
Mischtechniker:in
Joshua “The Za Effect” Zayas
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Peter A. Barker
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
[Intro]
Turn it up in the headphones
Biggest in it man, real P pusher, bad ho fucker, real hat tapper, man
Play dead, try, you dying, know what I'm sayin'?
[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, I'm still in the hood, buying stolen cars, ****, fuck a Patek
I'm duckin' that ho, and I'm duckin' that bitch, but I ain't never duck no static
I done made five hundred thousand for this show, I spent an M on fashion
I'm fuckin' hoes and gettin' they head tapped 'bout that shit what's happening
Money start that violence, I got munyun, they start wildin'
Shit, they asked me what I'ma do about ol' dude, I drop a dollar, yeah
All night in them hotties, he a goblin, tryna hurt somebody, yeah
**** say they don't like when I talk shit, then do somethin' bout it, yeah
All my jewelry Jack Frost, **** won't need to cut the lights on
I take Perc' 'cause I don't smoke weed, but I take hydrocodone
[Bridge]
Swerv, fuck we doing, ****? We in the Raq right now
Biggest in it ****, private
Two hundred for this man, fuck a **** talkin' 'bout?
Sixty thousand for the T, all GIA certified
[Verse 2]
Aye, I'm ballin' right now, fuck ya necks
Reach for the shit on my neck, this bitch go vrrt out the vet
Way before Maybachs and shit, I was hoppin' out the Lex
Yo ho wish she could eat this dick up right now through a text
Had a dream, me all my kids was countin' M's on a jet
Woke up to a call 'bout a check for five I gotta go collect
Big G, I ain't have no money at all, but I had respect
That's why all my dogs'll die for me and they know I'll stretch somethin'
Now I collect back ends, hop out the V when it's time to meet
Remember 2010, I was like fifteen, we was walkin' up, killing **** down the street, uh
[Verse 3]
Yeah, you want smoke, then show me, you a ho, don't bro me
Ask the city, we getting shit smoked, ****, like a fucking stoner
Bro been on them pills for about four years, **** beat that fuckin' monkey
Bitch, I'm out the ville, and when shit get real, we with that, yeah, we 4 n'nem
Hmm, we sell weed and coke here, hmm, murder one, you know this
Hmm, breakin' the money down with the whole gang, ****, fuck a Rolex, hmm
I ain't on chill time since head tap, like yeah, on bro and them
Hmm, I be takin' four pills at a time 'cause one don't get me loaded, hmm
Fifty thousand in my jeans to get my point across
I done spent 10K on some white T's and some Polo drawls
**** ain't tryna be no gangsta, I'm tryna get shit chalked
Go take the show money and put it in the streets and get ya bought, hmm
I done made more plays then that wide receiver Randy Moss
Hmm, **** at ya head like Spades, I'll pull ya card
[Verse 4]
Cybertruck don't start, we sellin' green and hard
We caught murder ones, I'm grateful they locked me up for fraud
Cracked a **** dome, broad day, ain't never cracked a card
Never
Bought a pine of Ak on Earth, then I went back to Mars
**** miss my brother name, he must be retarded
Hollywood Walk of Fame, put him with the stars
Fuck being rich, I'm with the elite, off goin' bar for bar
Only got two hands, two feet, but got like five cars
Freak at home, I'm making her moan like R&B
Told her, "Bring a friend," she tweaked, real skin, I'm geeked, bitch, pardon me
Like I lost a flash drive she leaked
Pop outside, lets slide in the Jeep
Old bitches keep sayin' how I'm a vibe, new shit on the line 'cause they dying to see
Run through a big bag, yeah, in a week, two hundred G's, it's all blue cheese
I don't even got my passport, fuck with her tough, ain't trippin', I'll fly to Greece
Couple of mill I put on the streets, my gang got jewelry, cribs, and fleets
Them savages take ya plate to eat on, cap every **** we hate, deceased
Jumped in that water, was waste deep, if I stay sober, I can't sleep
I feel like the greatest, dead or alive, fuck you top five, don't rate me, Swerv
Written by: Georgiy Kravchenko, Herbert R Wright, Robert Thomas, Sheldon Shamar Gadson, Timofey Isaev, malachi kwayisi