Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Trey
Ryan Trey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Trey
Ryan Trey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Cory Rose
Cory Rose
Mixing Engineer

Letras

Yeah Super (Uh), Fly check the Lou-va's Louie V check from the boot up (yeah) Did his thing, gotta shoot him(yeah) Been playin too nice gotta rude up,(aye) Treat me like a Louie connoisseur (yeah) Killed the game now I gotta suit up, (yeah) Prayin that the devil don't do us, (yeah) Did he do us Ah (Shit) Brand new whip bought the same last year Most yall talk I ain't seein' what I hear Balled on the tape I ain't talkin bout Aquille Quiet in the room but I'm standin right here Came for the one but she left with the 3 I dont like to kill less it came with a beat Y'all be on the gram with the shits goin off Then you get caught with the shits somethings off (Yeah) The reef Thats why I ain't seen with them I dont even speak with them You better keep peace with them Or you ain't gon sleep for real My niggas blow heat for real And shit can get deep for real (Yea) This shit for real, man Yeah Super (Uh), fly check the Lou-va's Louie V check from the boot up,(yeah) Did his thing, gotta shoot him (yeah) Been playin' too nice gotta rude up,(aye) Treat me like a Louie connoisseur (yeah) Killed the game now I gotta suit up, (yeah) Prayin that the devil don't do us, (yeah) Did he do us Ah (Shit) I ain't tryna talk what you say bruh I ain't gon' leave till I lay one (yeah) Brought her to the room shit was A1 (yeah) You ain't no boss till' you face one, (yeah) Ain't as fly as me with a cape on, (yeah) I ain't tryna die where I came from (yeah) She just wanna fuck that ain't really what I need Talk like Jhene but she lookin' like Ri Ass she a lil freak (yeah) Diamonds so sharp make me bleed, (yeah) Shit ain't gon pop without me (yeah) Keep it a thou with my G's and I want the smoke I ain't takin no L's I don't fuck with no L's If you start it with me you gon' die by yourself Trey the one, 8 niggas know what I'm talkin bout Yeah Super (Uh), fly check the Lou-va's Louie V check from the boot up,(yeah) Did his thing, gotta shoot him (yeah) Been playin too nice gotta rude up,(aye) Treat me like a Louie connoisseur (yeah) Killed the game now I gotta suit up, (yeah) Prayin that the devil don't do us, (yeah) Did he do us Ah (Shit)
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