Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cruch Calhoun
Performer
Buda & Grandz
Performer
David Brewster
Rap
Jerae Prather
Rap
Francis Ubiera
Performer
Daniel Garcia
Performer
Michael Kuzoian
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
Songwriter
Jerae Prather
Songwriter
Francis Ubiera
Songwriter
Daniel Garcia
Songwriter
Michael Kuzoian
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buda & Grandz
Producer
Big Len Music
Producer
SuaveOnTheBeat
Producer
Mike Kuz
Producer
Looisey
Producer
Cubeatz
Producer
Mixed by Kamillion
Mixing Engineer
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Lyrivelli
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
From the dirt, no really, from the dirt
30 For 30
ROSELLE USA, nigga
30 For 30
Woooah
Cruches crack a nigga
Put 35 on your back, like Kevin Durant (3500)
Ain't 'posed to get hammy, remind me of Ja Morant
Choppa be loud as a speaker, nobody surviving this amp (boom)
And pussy, it gotta be damp (gotta be)
Product, it gotta be stamped (stamped)
But losing, we gotta champs
You know then you know
If it's bout to kill it my nigga, it gotta be champ
I got a hustle, like we can provide some shit that the lottery can't (let's get it)
I got the crib, I seen the envy like it was a property scam
Got my fitted from the coliseum, believe that the dollar in
There was a time when I would run down on these bitches and they say "I got a man" (oh word?)
Knowing me I would have got 'em jammed
Took the profit we ain't got a tan
Like, try get it back nigga, not a chance (no chance)
Shoot at their feet and they gotta dance, I was uptown in some Prada pants
Check my account it's a lot of grands
Shit not the same, I got more grams
Shit not the same, I got more Buddha (Buddha)
Gold in my plain, it's a lot of shooter (lotta)
Talk 'bout the trenches we slidin' through 'em
My lil' Lola wit me even momma boot her
I'm a connoisseur at this fly talk
Two for ten on the sidewalk
Bruce Willis nigga, how they Die Hard and now it's Goyard, it was eyesore
Drive the foreign with the left wrist, got Balmain, Cruch outlaw, I'm rolling
From the dirt
Do this shit on sight (do this shit on sight)
Something, it's on sight (this on sight, nigga)
Foreign up on sight (skrt, sight) (yeah, yeah)
We do this shit on sight (do this shit all night)
I do this shit all-
I do this shit on sight (do that shit on sight)
We do this shit on sight (do this shit on sight)
Something, it's on sight (something, it's on sight, something this on-)
Don't be saying it's love if you get mad and do some shit on spite
Don't be saying it's mogul, think it's a juug, you know that shit on sight
We puttin' on for a sudden, you die right there, you know that shit ain't right
Tell my chick when leave at night I'll make it back just keep it tight
Off the taco truck, just look at my girl, I'm eatin' right
Counting them times I had no dinner, you go through the darks you see the light (let's go)
And pull up at the speed of light, I make that call and it ain't no stop
That shit ain't even come with a seal, he thinkin' it real, that ain't no Wok'
Gotta watch out for what you probably mix that Fetty, it ain't no Wap
Mind yo' business, stack yo' guap
You don't get the picture then you'll get cropped
Off a banana, soon as I land I turn into demon as soon as it drop
Off a banana, soon as I land I turn into a demon as soon as it drop
Couple of dollars for this drip, ain't nothing normal 'bout my bitch (nah)
Ain't no talking with all these sticks, end up in a coffin with all that lip
Yeah, still gotta rap, it's swishes, jump in the game it ain't no scrimmage (nah)
She gave me her mouth but I ain't no dentist
She grew up rich, she ain't on medicine
We ain't gon' talk if you ain't got rank, I get it resolved with your lieutenant (word)
How you gonna try and get tough with us?
And they killed your dawg, you know who did it
ROSELLE USA, nigga
We do this shit on sight (as soon as we see 'em)
Something, it's on sight (something, it's on sight)
Foreign up on sight (skrt, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We do this shit on sight (do this shit on sight, nigga)
I do this shit on-
I do this shit on sight (I can do this shit on sight)
We do this shit on sight (do this shit all night, nigga)
Something, this on sight (if it's something, it's on sight, If it's something it's on-)
Do it for Virgil, Louis Vuitton, or Off-White (Virgil)
30 For 30, we do you dirty, nigga, on sight (30 For 30) (BUH, BUH)
I'm not waiting for it, my nigga, let's go pick that shit up tonight (let's go, let's get it)
Package it up, I gave you the addy, put that on a flight
Don't be sayin' it's love if you get mad and do some shit on spite
Don't be it's sayin' it's mogul, think it's a juug, you know that shit on sight (BUH)
We puttin' on for a sudden, you die right there, you know that shit ain't right
Tell my chick when leave at night "I'll make it back just keep it tight"
From the dirt, no really, from the dirt
ROSELLE USA, nigga
Writer(s): Abraham Orellana, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., David Brewster Jr.
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