Vídeo musical
Vídeo musical
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eighty8
Vocals
Balistic Beats
Programming
High Volume
Programming
Tracksion
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rayvon Cawley
Composer
Robin Ingouma
Composer
Tobias Marquise Price
Songwriter
Terrence Rolle
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Balistic Beats
Producer
High Volume
Producer
Tracksion
Producer
Fareed “Rip” Salamah
Mixing Engineer
Dominic Starke
Engineer
Abel Garibaldi
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Birdman
Executive Producer
Ronald "Slim Tha Don" Williams
Executive Producer
Letras
[Verse 1]
Yeah, uh
Big 8pe shit
Ain't nothin' changed with us
[Verse 2]
Ain't shit changed
Still the same **** been thuggin' from the cradle
Still outside, still clutching my banger
Still fucking up sets, still uppin' my stainless
Trap man mean, got 22 flavors
Still ain't got shit for a bitch, no favors
Cash Money business and you know that we major
Getting lit like Baby, still throwin' my set, **** knowin' we brazy
SGM, it's just us and them, please don't play with them
Chances slim, my youngins love violence, spin shit like a rim
Cut throat we been that, red rum shit that's big facts
Cullinan seats what I kick back, **** get shit back
Never been one for that chit chat, standing on shit and I meant that
[Verse 3]
This shit slimy, grimy, Drako hit his spine in
We don't forget and can't forgive, my demons slidin'
It go "HIT"
7.62's "HIT"
Choppas "HIT"
Walk down "HIT"
[Verse 4]
Fuck you expect? That's the way that we raised
Trap doing good, I did 10 in a day
This spot's going brazy, counting up daily
Gotta leave something for my babies
Too authentic, can't fake it
Can't step in these shoes, pussy **** wouldn't make it
Slim said 8, be patient, just be patient
Step on these **** when you get the nation
10-4 8pe shit, big ol' case won't say shit
All of my **** gon' say shit, pop shit, take shit
Fact my **** get hit in they face shit, this shit basic
Caught him on day shift chasing his hard ass down him and the 40 were racing
Test out the laser, nowhere to run
Drako gonna wake up the neighbors
[Verse 5]
This shit slimy, grimy, Drako hit his spine in
We don't forget and can't forgive, my demons slidin'
It go "HIT"
7.62's "HIT"
Choppas "HIT"
Walk down "HIT"
[Verse 6]
These demons will start from the kick off
Pressure 'bout me Lil' Eighty a big dog
Get caught in that blender a **** get picked off
Flee the defender they know how I get off
Time for the spin off roll like a cigar
Drako banana clip dumpin' that pill off
This what we been on, run through a pack and get rich off 'em, **** tryna' take his lid off
Bitch I'm a big homie, hundreds of shots ain't gonna miss homie, face on a shirt make em' miss homie
Yeah we gon' bitch homie
Drum on a glizzy like tits on it, you shouldn't have did that lil diss homie
We don't forget homie
AR-15 with the kit on it, thang with this dick, put a bitch on him
Can't get out of this homie, the streets say the **** been hiding
We just gonna slide 'till we get homie
[Verse 7]
This shit slimy, grimy, Drako hit his spine in
We don't forget and can't forgive, my demons slidin'
It go "HIT"
7.62's "HIT"
Choppas "HIT"
Walk down "HIT"
[Verse 8]
SGM it's just us and them, please don't play with them
Chances slim my youngins love violence, spin shit like a rim
Cut throat we been that, red rum shit that's big facts
Cullinan seats what I kick back, **** get shit back
Never been one for that chit chat, standing on shit and I meant that
[Verse 9]
This shit slimy, grimy, Drako hit his spine in
We don't forget and can't forgive, my demons slidin'
It go "HIT"
7.62's "HIT"
Choppas "HIT"
Walk down "HIT"
Written by: Rayvon Cawley, Robin Ingouma, Terrence Rolle, Tobias Marquise Price

