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Bicken Back Being Bool

YG

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
YG
Vocals
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Keyboards
Marlon Williams
Marlon Williams
Guitar
Slim 400
Slim 400
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
Ari Raskin
Ari Raskin
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
James Hunt
James Hunt
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

It's that motherfuckin' gangsta shit, nigga! I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back Bicken back, bicken back Bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back Bicken back, bicken back Bicken back being bool Pull up on the block like what Fuck the police, niggas better call the SWAT I ain't never played with the pot I was in your house trying to find a spot to extend my knots I went to jail for a flock, came home with a strike You went to jail as a bitch, came home as a dyke Nigga, yikes! I don't play that shit Wifey like SEGA, I don't play that bitch I'm a real Bompton nigga with a motherfucking attitude Walk up in the spot, you would think that a nigga mad at you I was on the block chilling, homies, what's the mission? Came back in a quickness, hoping there wasn't no witness And they came back shooting, my homies went back shooting Ain't nobody hittin' nothing, man this shit getting stupid And my homies with the news so they grabbed that tool This all started from a day of niggas bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back Bicken back, bicken back Bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back Bicken back, bicken back Bicken back being bool Ah, verse two, the sun come down You know when the sun come down the guns come out Click clack, bow Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow I used to rob niggas, that's probably why they try to rob my style And karma is a motherfucking biatch You got your homie in jail, you sniatch All in the court telling the judge who it is Like a bitch when you get to the pen, niggas on your wig Niggas be lurking, bitches be slurping Niggas got caught up on them Nextels chirpin' It's a must in the county, I ain't have no pagers My bitch wouldn't come see me, I was in there masturbatin' Smoking on a bigarette, eating a bowl of bereal Niggas on the block selling O's like Cheerios Aye, nigga, nigga, nigga, I got a whole zone right now Like right now, right now Like what you tryin' to do right now? I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back Bicken back, bicken back Bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back Bicken back, bicken back Bicken back being bool Meanwhile at a home invasion near you These niggas was robbing your shit Man all the lights off around this motherfucker too Looks like it's finna be green right now on everything I ain't got no gloves on, I left them motherfuckers in the car Man you better tear off your sock and use your sock nigga Man I'm trying to be in and out of this motherfucker like real fast This look funny out here Man, fuck it we in that bitch Come on cuz you too loud, you get a niggas to crack Man we in this bitch Aye I got the top floor I got the master bedroom, I got the bottom bedroom I'm in there Nigga nigga, I got the safe Oh shit, blood got straps (And jewelry) Ayy, ayy grab the backpack Man, put that shit in the pillow case Ayy, ayy grab the backpack Ayy, ayy, somebody help him with the safes Grab the safe, ayy, this shit heavy I need help Pick your side, pick your side up bro Man I got the door, man, I'm finna go see if it's cool Ayy, Piru, we finna be up, nigga Ayy, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Bring it out, bring it out, bring it out, c'mon outside Ayy, somebody get the door, somebody get the door Hold on, hold on, hold on, shh Come on let's go, we gotta get outta here Slow down, slow down, go, go, go, go Oh fuck (Oh shit, fuck) Alright nigga let's go Don't pull off crazy
Writer(s): Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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