Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Programming
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
Takeoff
Takeoff
Vocals
Offset
Offset
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph L’Étranger
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Joseph L’Étranger
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Recording Engineer
Nick Van Gelder
Nick Van Gelder
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Nathan “Slade” Smith
Assistant Recording Engineer

Letras

Yeah, feel me? Yeah, you know what I'm saying? Trap talk shit, you know what I mean? (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice) Yeah, ain't nothing nice over here, nigga You gotta get your shit your own way Trifecta shit, you know what I mean? You know how we coming Somebody tell these niggas what's happening (what's happening) I dropped the ball right out of the gate (woo) Now I'm trapping (I'm trapping) Nigga, quit capping (capping) Put a little shit up, we taxing (taxing) I can't count that shit backwards If they don't free him now then he maxing (free the bro) Now I'm sitting back relaxing (relaxing) Talked that shit over the phone (phone) They talking that shit in the tweets (they talk) We can see that shit all on the 'Gram (I see it) Nigga we 'bout to go ham (grraow) Run that shit or shut it down (woo) We 'bout to go out of town (suu) Come back and bring all the pounds We 'bout to go out of town (go) Bring her back, breaking it down (break it) Thirties, fifties, hundred rounds (brr) Sipping, smoking out the pound Capital smiley faces, fuck a frown I want that cash, nigga, fuck a crown I give my last to my niggas who been with me from the past 'Cause they stayed down (for real) And it's a couple niggas that was with me I cut 'em, they lost and was never found (cut 'em) 'Cause it's a lot of shit that we done did That we can't talk about or show on the 'Gram (shh) They pay me to go out of town That shit like a boomerang, come back around It's just like a movie when cameras come out And they flashing like Tarantino was around Patek is Rolls, it cost me a Rolls I'm talking a Cullinan, color of brown (rolls) We put your face on a T-shirt Drinking codeine, I think that my teeth hurt (drank) I jumped off the porch feet first Before I eat, I gotta get geeked first (geek) They told us we didn't inspire lil' bro and 'em I told 'em, "Go do your research" (go do your research) They calling the flag When we see the opps, we buy 'em a new hearse (new hearse) Cheat on my bitch and I told her I'm sorry But fuck it, I bought her a new purse (Birkin) You know how we coming Somebody tell these niggas what's happening (what's happening) I dropped the ball right out of the gate (woo) Now I'm trapping (I'm trapping) Nigga, quit capping (capping) Put a little shit up, we taxing (taxing) I can't count that shit backwards If they don't free him now then he maxing (free the bro) Now I'm sitting back relaxing (relaxing) Talked that shit over the phone (phone) They talking that shit in the tweets (they talk) We can see that shit all on the 'Gram (I see it) Nigga we 'bout to go ham (grraow) Run that shit or shut it down (woo) We 'bout to go out of town (suu) Come back and bring all the pounds You know how it go (go) Bitch should've fucked but she know what I know (hey) Kicked down the door, that was all that I know (kick door) Credit card fraud and I bought me a bowl Chrome Heart drip, take a pic, I'm lit (drip) Multi-millionaire riding with a stick (million) Make her do a handstand, sucking good dick (woo) Where would I be if I ain't never hit a lick? (Hey) Who put a bag on your back? You a bitch (who?) Chopper gon' shatter 'em, spray 'em like Chris (grrra) We ball together, I give a assist (ball) Can't fall, no never, I ain't second, not shit Thank God for my life, I wasn't right I seen my mama cry middle the night (night) My brother got hit up, he fought for his life (woo) My watch is heavy, these baguettes is light (baguettes) I'm popping meds and I know it ain't right (yeah) I cannot sleep like a thief at the night (shit) Dressed in all black like a deacon, we striped (hey) The chopper gon' spit out the teeth like it's Mike (grrra, grrra) I bought me the Lamb' then I bought me the Rover (skrrt) I don't drive but I keep me a chauffeur (I'm boujie) I stay focused, the game is poker (focused) I put diamonds in Cartier bifocals (bifocals) We winning, let's pour up and toast then (let's pour up) She like when I fuck her and choke her (ahh) She set up the opps and we smoke 'em (opps) Ain't no drought in the trap, we in motion (hey) You know how we coming Somebody tell these niggas what's happening (what's happening) I dropped the ball right out of the gate (woo) Now I'm trapping (I'm trapping) Nigga, quit capping (capping) Put a little shit up, we taxing (taxing) I can't count that shit backwards If they don't free him now then he maxing (free the bro) Now I'm sitting back relaxing (relaxing) Talked that shit over the phone (phone) They talking that shit in the tweets (they talk) We can see that shit all on the 'Gram (I see it) Nigga we 'bout to go ham (grraow) Run that shit or shut it down (woo) We 'bout to go out of town (suu) Come back and bring all the pounds Huncho
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Joseph L'etranger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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