Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Rap
WizDaWizard
WizDaWizard
Rap
Wam SpinThaBin
Wam SpinThaBin
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Lester Williams
Lester Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lbeats
Lbeats
Producer
Derek "Dyryk" Garcia
Derek "Dyryk" Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Kiara Moreno
Kiara Moreno
Additional Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy Real stepper shit, know what I'm sayin'? Haha (L Beats) Shit, you know the rest, you know what I'm sayin' Mm Got a lot of bullets and extra clips Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy I be ridin' dirty, I got Tecs in the whip I been slidin', lurkin', tryna catch me a bitch If I'm posted in the club, it's too much pistols in this bitch I don't throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch Ain't beefin' wit' nobody if we ain't tryna kill each other I'm so bored, I won't invite her, I've been tryna catch another Got a lot of bullets and extra clips Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy I be ridin' dirty, I got Tecs in the whip I been slidin', lurkin', tryna catch me a bitch If I'm posted in the club, it's too much pistols in this bitch I don't throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch Ain't beefin' wit' nobody if we ain't tryna kill each other I'm so bored, I won't invite her, I've been tryna catch another I'm hangin' out the fin, I just bought another cutter (Grah) If I catch him loafin', send that boy to his brother (His brother) I got on all my ice and not many fuck niggas gon' touch me (Gon' touch me) A dozen shots up in this bitch, my young niggas gon' buss it (Bah, bah, bah, bah) A thousand shots up in this bitch, this shit hit, can get ugly (Grah) DOA, broad day, Mikey got hit with a dozen (A dozen) Better ask my opps, "I can't get you? I kill your cousin" (Deadass) And we spin they blocks with Glocks and chop's, they don't do nothin' (Pussy) No more kickin' doors, I got that shit on me (On me) I was just fightin' the case, now I want ten for the fee (I beat that) He want four Percs, shit, fuck it, I need three I ain't with all that talkin', I be layin' right where you sleep (God) Got a lot of bullets and extra clips Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy I be ridin' dirty, I got Tecs in the whip I been slidin', lurkin', tryna catch me a bitch If I'm posted in the club, it's too much pistols in this bitch I don't throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch Ain't beefin' wit' nobody if we ain't tryna kill each other I'm so bored, I won't invite her, I've been tryna catch another Got a lot of bullets and extra clips Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy I be ridin' dirty, I got Tecs in the whip I been slidin', lurkin', tryna catch me a bitch If I'm posted in the club, it's too much pistols in this bitch I don't throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch Ain't beefin' wit' nobody if we ain't tryna kill each other I'm so bored, I won't invite her, I've been tryna catch another I just caught a body, now I wanna catch me another one I just peeped the real niggas' pussy, they ain't on nothin' (Ain't on nothin') The way I slant this K, you would think I'm from the A And yes they let it spray, AR hit, ain't no discussion Brother have them soldiers, know them choppers there They know I'm a threat, spin the Benz and I won't leave a trace He ain't get to hit the AR [?], felt it through his face We don't do no .556s, only .308s This a SRT, so when I hit the gas, it torque Two thousand, baby, fell in love with drank and poppin' Perc The streets, they for the Gs and if you scared, then go to church Bitch, I'm really shiesty, might just spin the wake and flood the hearse, nigga Got a lot of bullets and extra clips Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy I be ridin' dirty, I got Tecs in the whip I been slidin', lurkin', tryna catch me a bitch If I'm posted in the club, it's too much pistols in this bitch I don't throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch Ain't beefin' wit' nobody if you ain't tryna kill each other I'm so bored, I won't invite her, I've been tryna catch another
Writer(s): Lester Williams, Bill Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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