Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kyle Richh
Kyle Richh
Vocals
Jenn Carter
Jenn Carter
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trey Avery Paterson
Trey Avery Paterson
Composer
Henry Olatunde Fasheun
Henry Olatunde Fasheun
Composer
Jennifer Oghenekevwe Akpofure
Jennifer Oghenekevwe Akpofure
Lyrics
Kyle Henry Richardson
Kyle Henry Richardson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Angel Moreno
Angel Moreno
Producer
Isrido "Dro" Soto
Isrido "Dro" Soto
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Aye, aye, aye, aye) (Tray, Tray, Tray Bando) Yo Jenn Yo what we doin'? It's mad bitches Yo, where they at? Yo, vid' shoot tonight Tell 'em, "slide," tell 'em, "slide" Yo what we doin'? Come on, come on, come on Tell 'em, "slide," yo, bro, we outside, gangsta We outside, it's a movie! Grrah I'm in the stu' wit' liquor as a bev' (like, what?) Throwin' up four, catch a opp and he dead, he dead (dead, like) He rest, hospital bed (bed, like) I cannot sleep, I be off of the meds (like, damn) Like, what? Fuck all these bitches (like, what?) I just put all this pain in my smithen Aim for the top 'cause I cannot be second (I can't) In the store at eleven, we sendin' 'em seven (like, what?) I cannot be somethin' I'm not Beam on my waist and it stay on the glock (glock, like) I be fiendin' to click and it's everyone shot (everyone shot, like) I can't trust not a soul, I put trust in my glock (my glock, like) They sleepin', no beauty Get in my feelings, start lookin' for doopties (doopties) Need a bitch for the night (what? damn) Spot me a opp and you know its on sight (grrah-grrah, boom) (Like, what, like, what?) Grrah, too many demons, don't know what to fight Like, liq-liquor taste good when I'm bussin' Pass me the pate' and mix it wit' ice Like, send the addy, I'm slidin' in ten Pho-phone DND, when she step in my Benz 'Cause we goin' up, no time for distractions (distractions) Like, all these demons, they stuck in my head Real, real love (don't gotta pretend) Like, I'm in love wit' my gun and my pen (And we had a thing so I can't be her friend) But, fuck it, might kick it to Jenn Ne-never lackin', can't turn to a pack (to a pack) What? Stay with the nine when I bend (when I bend) It's a spliff in my hand when rap (when I rap) I'm off the d'usse, don't know how to act (how to act) Grrah, I'm in the booth wit' the deuce on my lap (deuce it) How you jackin' me? Called you a rat (get off my dick) Like, o-opp niggas, still takin' trains Brother got caught and the other got fame Li-like what? Who really on that? (damn) He no good, he did bad for his team (bad for his team) How y'all niggas still sippin' on green? (green no good) Blockwork a bitch and his mother's a fiend Like, I'm in the lead in Celine (like, what?) Niggas' homeless and still tryna beef (like, how?) Please don't keep me when I'm off a bean (like, damn) Sippin' and grievin' from shit that I seen (grrah-grrah-grrah) On a rock wit' a couple of knocks (like, damn) Heart drop when they scream, "Ninety-two" (like, what?) Free static, go dumb wit' the deuce (like, damn) Free static, go dumb wit' the- (like, huh?) Go dumb wit' the deuce (like what, like what, like damn) Go dumb wit' the- (damn, grrah-grrah) Go dumb wit' the deuce (like, damn) Go dumb wit' the deuce (like what, like what, like damn) Go dumb wit' the- (damn, grrah-grrah) Go dumb wit' the deuce (like, damn)
Writer(s): Henry Fasheun, Zaire Rivera, Jennifer Akpofure, Trey Patterson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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