Nabízeno v

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peysoh
Peysoh
Vocals
Babyfxce E
Babyfxce E
Vocals
03 Greedo
03 Greedo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Oropeza
Kevin Oropeza
Songwriter
Jason Jackson
Jason Jackson
Songwriter
Efrem Jamar Blackwell
Efrem Jamar Blackwell
Songwriter
Henning Grüschow
Henning Grüschow
Songwriter
Jaiden Feliz
Jaiden Feliz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BlueNotes
BlueNotes
Producer
Audiovista
Audiovista
Producer
Cristal Viramontes
Cristal Viramontes
Recording Engineer
Nick Bane
Nick Bane
Mixing Engineer

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[Intro]
Yeah, uh-uh-uh-uh, bitch, yeah
Still a couple **** out there, uh
Still a couple **** out there
Couple **** out there
[Verse 1]
Still a couple **** I ain't get to yet, but I ain't forget
When you see me, you gon' be pissed like, "Man, this **** E on tip"
Man, that street shit don't excite me, I been seeing it since the JIT
I know you seen my Glocks with three, but have you seen it with this clip?
[Verse 2]
It's a couple hoes I ain't fuck yet, but shit I ain't forget
For my dogs, I'm throwing shots and I ain't talking 'bout no vet
It's a couple **** breathing who got lucky they ain't dead
I was maskin' up on feet, bro, you was scared to use your legs
[Verse 3]
Got a couple Austin Martin's, got them handers races with pinks
Got a cup right out the projects and I think I need some weed
Got a couple bitches prostituting somewhere up the street
I'm with Peysoh, so he gon' spark it and I'm riding 'round with E
Couple fast dudes
[Verse 4]
Yo, bitch was going, bro, I had to
On my own time, bro, I barely wait on fast food
Michael Drake got a .40 clip, look like a cashew
I fuck bitches in twos, ****, that's what that bag do
[Verse 5]
He said, 'Peysoh,' so I look up to you
For what, bro? I'm a bad dude
My cousin was a opp, aye, sorry, auntie, but I had to
Window pokin', gettin' to this chilly, but I rap too
We bust shit in the club, you wanna save it, you get slapped too
[Verse 6]
She say, 'Greedo,' I look up to you, I know out here I'm nine-two
Juice up like I'm Bishop, you would think I'm bangin' nine-deuce
You ain't come from Watts, you ain't nobody I'm talkin' to
I ain't from the West, I'm from the East, I know y'all, huh
[Verse 7]
The city in my Goyard got my back hurtin'
Watch **** act nervous when they hear the scat turnin', huh
Had to get bro off the spot, bro, he wasn't trap worthy
I'ma get my point across, make sure the back hurt
[Verse 8]
I'ma get my point across, ****, with words or with a bullet
You got cards upon your name, if shit get crazy, I'ma pull it
Ride dirty, you gotta catch me, if you blurt me, I'ma do it
Head noddin', shooter squeezin', okay, bet he understood it
[Verse 9]
Tryna get my point across, but I like locks and not no high, man
I, uh, psh, aye, bitch
Get my point across and I like locks and not no high points
Couple fast dudes, but this a coupe, I gotta find you, uh
Couple fast dudes
My mama rent was past due
Bitch, they call me Greedy, I was always known for eatin'
I slant it like I'm Neezy, eat that pussy like some cat food
Written by: Efrem Jamar Blackwell, Henning Grüschow, Jaiden Feliz, Jason Jackson, Kevin Oropeza
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