Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Clarke
Patrick Clarke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ White Socks
DJ White Socks
Producer
GENERICTM
GENERICTM
Producer
Figure8
Figure8
Mixing Engineer

Letras

(Henny bottle opening)
Yeah
RVLR
(Brrrrrraaat)
Hahn!
Yeah!
Bk up in this motherfucker one more time ****
Yall already know where the fuck I'm from ****
ITS AH DOWNTOWN TING YEH!!
Yeh!
Uh!
I'm on the move
I got nothing to prove
My neck double the jewels
Give her something to choose
Beat it up under the henny
That's substance abuse
One of many
Strait out the mud with no scuff on my shoes
Bob and weaving these fools
Stick and punch and I move
Turning one Two's
Then I'm chucking the deuce
From the charm, my chest cold
Like I'm stuck with the flu
Drive the boat for your bitch
Let her jump in the pool
Dope as cane and Heron
Please do not play with a Don
These goofy bitches acting childish
And stay with they moms
With brain amazing
But with knowledge, she's basic in mind
That ass soft
Hardheaded
A waste of my time
I be hustle and earning
Only money concern him
Your bitch sucking and slurping
Till pop, something emerge
Double cup and we swerving
Push button the German
Chasing big bags
You'd think the duffle a Birkin
Then I splashed on a fit
Bit of fashion to drip
The game is in me
Never on me, when bagging a bitch
See the mask and the grip
That leads to hazardous shit
Your first offense, a good lawyer
Is a slap on the wrist
She loves flashing her tits
Shaking that ass for the tips
Take the cash and just dip
Abracadabra with tricks
Flicks snapping a pic
Post double tap in my shit
Outta town with these white girls
Like I'm trafficking bricks
I'm on the move
I got nothing to prove
My neck double the jewels
Give her something to choose
Beat it up under the Henny
That's substance abuse
One of many
Strait out the mud with no scuff on my shoes
Keeping the grass cut
Silver tongue
Speaking with brass nuts
I'm fly through turbulence
I travel first class nuff
Golden with the silence
Won't speak so don't ask us
Like a raided dope spot
I'm keeping my trap shut
I would never trade places
With you fuck ****
Face it!
You are sucka
I'm amazing
I am a Don
You be flagrant
You with jokers
I'm with aces
I'm a boss
You a pagan
With bitches you trade secrets
We just trading they faces
Raised on beef patty's and some Ovaltine
Aggressive I sold them dreams
Impressive or so it seems
Invested in dope and beams
The best to control the scene
Toxicity fuelling the brain
These bitches saying im doper mean (dopamine)
Henny and Romados
Chrome rims over potholes
The liquor, a genie
Them problems disappear in a bottle
No squares in my circle
Count chicken over waffles
They say that money talks
Them Dollar Signs all in my Convo!
I'm on the move
I got nothing to prove
My neck double the jewels
Give her something to choose
Beat it up under the henny
That's substance abuse
One of many
Strait out the mud with no scuff on my shoes
Written by: Patrick Clarke
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