Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron D. Yates
Aaron D. Yates
Songwriter
Hasaan Keller
Hasaan Keller
Songwriter
Tarrel C. Gulledge
Tarrel C. Gulledge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Engineer
King Iso
King Iso
Producer
Maez301
Maez301
Producer
Freek Van Workum
Freek Van Workum
Producer
ItsNicklus
ItsNicklus
Producer
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Aw, shit This something y'all lit You niggas called it To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it I ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets Negative lipping, you automatically start the mission Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissing Leave your shit in a bad condition So many N9cians, I can't list 'em When the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh) My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh) It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh) And they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh) They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason I ain't gotta say a damn thing Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains Damn shame, and lame Got to drop and pop your top Like when they poppin' champagne Euh, and I got plenty means To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams If he say anything (Anything?) Anything (Anything, chuh) So close they hold these spitters So many that I might not even know these hitters Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters When it pop, don't look at me I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh) T-T-G, yeah we trained to go Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed Police come around, they go, we don't know Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most Green lit a pussy, bumper car And my niggas always down to spin the block What that mean? Double back, hit his top Young custodian, might pull up with the mop A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy My youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed That line like it's call waiting, But it's those texts you'll be receiving No one gon' start shit but I play defense Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees I ain't riding around naked like a striptease I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom) I be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read? They don't wanna see me balling They know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase Shittin' on them niggas hella bad Take the L, I've been on a win streak I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice Trav said, "Take the high road," so I won't go at it But if you hating, do me a favor Do Momo challenge, chump They know it's T-T-G, yeah we trained to go Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed Police come around, they go, we don't know Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most Green lit a pussy, bumper car And my niggas always down to spin the block What that mean? Double back, hit his top Young custodian, might pull up with the mop You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough Ain't tryna disrespect nobody, But my goons'll catch a body Shoot 'em just like paparazzi, Now you stumbling and flocking 50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka Pull up and go baka-baka OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh T-T-G, yeah we trained to go Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed Police come around, they go, we don't know Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most Green lit a pussy, bumper car And my niggas always down to spin the block What that mean? Double back, hit his top Young custodian, might pull up with the mop Strange Music 20 year anniversary!
Writer(s): Aaron Dontez Yates, Tarrel Cornelious Gulledge, Freek Van Workum, Nick Luscombe, Maez Keller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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