Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eighty8
Eighty8
Rap
Sinista On Da Traxxx
Sinista On Da Traxxx
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rayvon Cawley
Rayvon Cawley
Composer
Terrence Freeman
Terrence Freeman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sinista On Da Traxxx
Sinista On Da Traxxx
Producer
Abel Garibaldi
Abel Garibaldi
Mixing Engineer
Max Steger
Max Steger
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Daniel Evans
Daniel Evans
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Fareed “Rip” Salamah
Engineer
James Dunn
James Dunn
Assistant Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

They like get that boy a leash, Lil one get this off of me
Can’t let em do me like no dog, can’t let no pussies auction me
They charging me for larceny, pulling stains and robberies
The say I bring this harmony, DA want the wall from me but that rico dodging me
I pay my lawyer to buy them weed. PPP, no fraud from me
33 shots, they dodging these, PPV they watching me
Why you like this? I got lots of reasons
Remember me broke? For lots of seasons
Sour where I’m from, shit lots of demons
We gon send a **** up!
Right there where yo dawg at,
Grave digger, paid ****
Know my gang with all that
**** show they hand before they slide,
Know what we call that
Get my shiesty bitch to send the ‘Lo, that’s where he fall at
Look at what they made me,
Hanging with the robbers, they corrupted Granny Baby
Used to deal me knowledge, now they hollering out “Big 80!”
Where I’m from, you snatch a body they can treat you like you Jay-Z
I think bout murder daily
Nah forreal, I’m planning on seeing a doctor,
I’m just this close to stopping,
Say sum wrong with me, because sticks and blicks for me, they sound like opera
Aye Sinatra, wagyu steak and lobsters, Killas on my roster, can’t nun stop us
5 stars dining, we talk bodies over pasta
Big ol knots and shots, Ibakas
We this on it, I bet its locked in
I love that smell, that smell a profit
Need 2 doors for the way they knocking
Cash money bread in all four of my pockets,
Stunna and Slim bought me two watches, papers in boxes
Told em to stand on that biz, and fuck them **** we nazis
Shit get deep ****, know you in that red zone
We got to know you not **** finna slide
Shit get deep, there go another **** head stoned
They like he brazy, got that bread and lost his mind
They like he highly active, still in traffic
Somewhere braking bowls
Lil one served the masses and he taxin,
This shit on the floor
Selling Tito jack right now, until the mic come off the road
I’m on that lil joc right now, they keep slicing up the phones
You was right and we was wrong, them inditement papers long
Lil one put a **** up, he said he had to make his bone and brought him home
Got like this, was selling packs and cracking thong
Won’t be safe out here, don’t say my name in songs
We gon send a **** up!
Right there where yo dawg at,
Grave digger, paid ****
Know my gang with all that
**** show they hand before they slide,
Know what we call that
Get my shiesty bitch to send the ‘Lo, that’s where he fall at
Look at what they made me,
Hanging with the robbers, they corrupted Granny Baby
Used to deal me knowledge, now they hollering out “Big 80!”
Where I’m from, you snatch a body they can treat you like you Jay-Z
I think bout murder daily
You gon make me turn yo dog and them into Paul bearers,
I let my nuts hang, they know nothing but the law scary
Some of my **** convicted, 2 strikers but we all carry
Consequence a diss and keep on rapping, get yo law buried
I ain’t the type to joke, I put yo head up for purchase
Last they heard of him, they said the was dissing me in verses
Heard he caught a 100 rounds, body flip from the inertia
Used to wake up from the sound of the older **** purging
We gon send a **** up!
Right there where yo dawg at,
Grave digger, paid ****
Know my gang with all that
**** show they hand before they slide,
Know what we call that
Get my shiesty bitch to send the ‘Lo, that’s where he fall at
Look at what they made me,
Hanging with the robbers, they corrupted Granny Baby
Used to deal me knowledge, now they hollering out “Big 80!”
Where I’m from, you snatch a body they can treat you like you Jay-Z
I think bout murder daily
Written by: Rayvon Cawley, Terrence Freeman
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