Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian Rupke
Adrian Rupke
Composer
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
matthew crabtree
matthew crabtree
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
matthew crabtree
matthew crabtree
Producer
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Hammad Beats
Hammad Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, huh You niggas gon' end up in a hearse, hearse You niggas gon' end up in the dirt, dirt From the trenches, had to make it work, work And these fuck niggas just gon' make it worse, worse Arm (Arm), arm Ho, that's an enemy arms (Arms) Ho, that's an enemy arms (Arms) Tear down an enemy's army (Army) Tear down an enemy's army (Army) Ho, that's an enemy's arms (Arms) Ho, that's an enemy's arms (Arms) I wish the enemy harm (Harm) Huh, bitch I'm a star (Star) Foreign lil' whip and I'm whippin' this car (Car) I might just park in the yard (Yard) Catch the opps lackin', I rip em apart (Yeah) Fuck it, I got 'em hard Show no emotions, I live in the dark (Dark) I don't know why but that bitch left me scarred (Scarred) I don't know why you just ain't play your part (Part) Now you focused on wishing me harm Fuck it, right to bear arms I keep that stick on me, armed Under the enemy arms I cannot fold under enemy arms (Arms) Under the enemy arms (Arms) Under the enemy arms You niggas gon' end up in a hearse, hearse You niggas gon' end up in the dirt, dirt From the trenches had to make it work, work And these fuck niggas just gon' make it worse, worse War I'm in this bitch with the gang I'm in this bitch with the gang, ayy I'm in this bitch with the gang Thirty, we gon' let it bang, ayy Chopper, we gon' let it bang Blowin' your brain, it's sad Chopper, we gon' let it bang Blowin' your brain, it's sad War I'm in this bitch with the gang I'm in this bitch with the gang, ayy I'm in this bitch with the gang Thirty, we gon' let it bang, ayy Chopper, we gon' let it bang Blowin' your brain, it's sad Chopper, we gon' let it bang Blowin' your brain, it's sad You niggas gon' end up in a hearse, hearse You niggas gon' end up in the dirt, dirt From the trenches had to make it work, work And these fuck niggas just gon' make it worse, worse Arm (Arm), arm Ho, that's an enemy arms (Arms) Ho, that's an enemy arms (Arms) Tear down an enemy's army (Army) Tear down an enemy's army (Army) Ho, that's an enemy's arms (Arms) Ho, that's an enemy's arms (Arms)
Writer(s): Matthew Alan Crabtree, Michael Lamar White Ii, Adrian Wonders Rupke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out