Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rot Ken
Rot Ken
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Hubler
Cameron Hubler
Composer
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Composer
Mason Wu
Mason Wu
Composer
Travis Pierce
Travis Pierce
Composer
Kenneth Maurice La’Troy Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mason Wu
Mason Wu
Producer
Edgard Noel Herrera
Edgard Noel Herrera
Mixing Engineer
beatsbytrav
beatsbytrav
Producer
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer
Uncle Cameron
Uncle Cameron
Producer

Letras

Shawty know she ain't my ho, so why she tripping? (Yeah) I put white diamonds on top of the watch, it shine like a Christian (Yeah) I was down bad on the block, I got me some Louis, Givenchy He better not play with that guap, I send them lil' boys on a mission Yeah, and they coming back with that cash (Grrah) I used to be down in the middle of the summer, I had to go get off a bag (Had to go get me a bag) I used to go post on the block, .357 sit right in my lap (.357 in my lap) It's gon' be just fine, I ain't worried 'bout that You not a shooter, boy, you a greener I turn a bad bitch to an eater I was the same guy from the sandbox, fuck first night, then I leave her I'm with the same guys with the same Glock, bullets ring out like a beeper If I'm lying, I'm flying, I go to the Lord, I go the Lord right now If you play with the boy, then you gone (All gone) I rock nothing but Gucci cologne (Cologne) There's a full moon in the middle of the night, leave a body in the middle of the road I got two hoes on two different flights, fly 'em in and I'm sending 'em home But she said she didn't wanna go (Go) And she said she loving the flow (She love the flow) Send them bags on a yacht, not a boat (Yeah) Clean up that money just like it was soap (Yeah) Tryna find love inside this world, tryna find love inside my soul Just bought a new coat that warm my heart, and that Wocky, sipping it more And more and more Shawty know she ain't my ho, so why she tripping? I put white diamonds on top of the watch, it shine like a Christian I was down bad on the block, I got me some Louis, Givenchy He better not play with that guap, I send them lil' boys on a mission (Grrah) Yeah, and they coming back with that cash (Yeah) I used to be down in the middle of the summer, I had to go get off a bag (Had to go get me a bag) I used to go post on the block (Right on the block), .357 sit right in my lap (Lap) It's gon' be just fine, I ain't worried 'bout that (Grrah)
Writer(s): Travis Brandeis Pierce, Mason Saerok Wu, Kenneth Maurice La'troy Williams, Uncle Cameron Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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