Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Onefour
Onefour
Performer
Carnage
Carnage
Performer
Jerome Misa
Jerome Misa
Rap
Stephan Allen
Stephan Allen
Rap
Spencer Magalogo
Spencer Magalogo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerome Misa
Jerome Misa
Songwriter
Stephan Allen
Stephan Allen
Songwriter
Spencer Magalogo
Spencer Magalogo
Songwriter
Willie Tafa
Willie Tafa
Songwriter
Solo Tohi
Solo Tohi
Songwriter
Diamante Anthony Blackmon
Diamante Anthony Blackmon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carnage
Carnage
Producer
Gordo
Gordo
Producer
i.amsolo
i.amsolo
Producer
Willstah
Willstah
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aye, free the gang
True, uh (Aye, aye, I'm feelin' better and better)
Carnage, you a fool, you crazy
(Gang, gang, I'm feelin' better and better)
(You say shit that don't matter)
I'm medicated
Bop, bop, bop, bop
(Aye, it ain't getting any better)
(Black seats with the leather)
Alright, drop me in
[Verse 2]
I'm feeling silly off that Cognac
But that Henny got me feeling lifted
We don't pay attention to the opps
They only communicate if it's encrypted
We tell that side they can't come here
I don't know why them boys always listen (True)
So wе go to go them and it's getting boring, lad
It's feeling more likе a tradition (Pussies)
They dissin' the crew but do it through tunes
You're making a big mistake (Yeah)
Then ask for peace, nah, none of that
We gon' fry 'em like fish filet
I get the drop then think of my music
I don't know what risk to take
I'm watching the news and seeing my opps
It's feeling like Christmas Day
That drill shit, we done did that
Now it's time to move with the weather
Was on a wing but I'm back and better
Everyone sayin' they on me, nah
Thinkin' they'll catch me lackin', never
Twenty or plus every time we enter
I ain't feelin' threatened, they gon' let em in
Two-seven resident, them boys irrelevant
We on the top pussy, never them (Aye, aye, gang, gang)
[Verse 3]
I'm feelin' better and better (Yeah)
You say shit that don't matter (Yeah)
She wanna fuck, I wouldn't let her (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Aye, aye) It ain't getting any better
Black seats with the leather
Foreign big whips, Panamera (Bup, bup, bup)
(Gang, gang) I'm feelin' better and better (Yeah)
You say shit that don't matter (Yeah)
She wanna fuck I wouldn't let her (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Aye, aye) It ain't getting any better
Black seats with the leather
Foreign big whips, Panamera (Aye, aye)
[Verse 4]
These leather seats are too comfy
You can call me a young boss of the country
Fuckboys talk tough on the net
But they out here singing love songs like Humphrey
My 45 wants to pop
Shots and fiends, they're just like a junkie
And when there's drama, I chuck on my armour
Let it rain with a grip on a pumpy
These bright lights leavin' 'em jumpy
I might just consider them monkeys
Eyesight be getting to clumsy
I might just get rid of his aunty
Still callin' me Spenny, my (Ahh)
They think that they killin' it (Nah)
Got numbers like hooligan (Who?)
I might as well sit here and laugh
[Verse 5]
(Aye, aye, gang, gang) I'm feelin' better and better
You say shit that don't matter
She wanna fuck, I wouldn't let her (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Aye, aye) It ain't getting any better
Black seats with the leather
Foreign big whips, Panamera (Bup, bup, bup)
[Verse 6]
Yo, you're not Scarface, not Tony
Just scar faced, I heard he got got (Trust, trust)
Know what the mandem do on the block (Facts)
You see I talk about burning my clothes
But what can I say? I do it a lot (Do it a lot)
And if rap don't work, it's cool
I still put food in the box (Trust)
All of this chopping and selling
I put like 10K in my dirty denims (Facts)
I'm in work with some violent members
Make the wrong move and you might get peppered
In the jungle with snakes and leopards
Dutch will ring bells for mobile cheffings
Queffings don't play games like Tekken
Wreck it, now go 'round there and shell it
So big now I just got Rich
Still got beef like the Bloods and Crips (Trust)
Bro said that he wanna do striker
Gave him the score and told him, "Don't miss"
If you don't do it, I'll do it myself
Still cool when you get the assist
Extraction points been compromised
Right now, they're steering and covered in brick
[Verse 7]
(Aye, aye, gang, gang) I'm feelin' better and better (Yeah)
You say shit that don't matter (Yeah)
She wanna fuck, I wouldn't let her (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Aye, aye) It ain't getting any better
Black seats with the leather
Foreign big whips, Panamera (Bup, bup, bup)
(Aye, aye, gang, gang) I'm feelin' better and better (Yeah)
You say shit that don't matter (Yeah)
She wanna fuck, I wouldn't let her (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Aye, aye) It ain't getting any better
Black seats with the leather
Foreign big whips, Panamera (Bup, bup, bup)
[Verse 8]
Yuh, yeah
Yuh, yeah
Written by: Diamante Anthony Blackmon, Jerome Misa, Solo Tohi, Spencer Magalogo, Stephan Allen, Willie Tafa
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