Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edwin Green
Edwin Green
Songwriter
Widnick Prevalon
Widnick Prevalon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
Producer
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
SKUFL
SKUFL
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, walk through the ghetto to talk to the devil Gun in my pocket, it might be a setup I got some commas in, I could get wet up I got the common sense not to get led on I got the common sense not to get settled Fuck who at the top 'cause your spot can get sat on She come through the spot so that twat can get spat on She knew I had it on lock with no hat on I done been heartbroken, shot at and shat on, dodging my shadows I like it grungy, my sonics was shadows Don't miss the point 'cause you following arrows Don't miss the point 'cause you watching the points Don't disappoint me, I'm watching your errors Glock in the whip and I'm riding to Clairo When I thumb the clip, it's like Arnold and Gerald Real heat, Robert De Niro I want dinero, starting from here on Fuck every officer, sergeant, and sheriff that got any medal My swag heavy metal, my bag carry metal I walk with the angels through shadowy meadows You talking to strangers, that's how you get shut up You bought all them bangers a chain 'cause you scared of 'em No, you not the one to step like Ciara Only thing y'all need to check is the mirror You reckless, niggas ain't gon' check if you serious I'm the best and all the checks finna mirror it Fuck the press, when playing chess, no cheering I up a level every month like a miracle I don't give a fuck if this shit ain't lyrical I don't give a fuck if this shit ain't radio I don't give a fuck, nigga, it's spiritual You gon' do that shit, ho, then do that shit, it's alright If I choose a fit, bet my toolie fit, it's alright I get rude as shit, I get moody, bitch, it's alright I run through this shit 'til my roomies end, it's alright It's like ayy, up, up, up, up, it's alright Drew a pic and my jeweler jeweled a Pitt, and it's all bite Groupies digging my crew like goonies, kick this shit all night New dimensional fusions, fuel this shit, I give off light
Writer(s): Edwin Green, Widnick Prevalon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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