Video musical

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaehyun Kim
Jaehyun Kim
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Lionel Rudolf
Lionel Rudolf
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Ian Bailey
Paul Ian Bailey
Recording Engineer
Rude Dolph
Rude Dolph
Producer
Audio Jacc
Audio Jacc
Producer
Manohmanfoster
Manohmanfoster
Producer
Youngkimj
Youngkimj
Producer

Letra

(Rude Dolph) Old money like some dinosaurs Was takin' losses that we couldn't afford Tried to hold me back when I was movin' forward I want that cash, I'm always movin' for it She gon' fuck me for some Tom Ford Brand new Rolex, ain't got time for her 1600 block, they know I rep that gang gang You got shooters? Me too, guess we on the same thing Don't let this rappin' fool you, bitch, I'm on the same thing Every time they came and got me, I ain't say a name Niggas thought I hung with Weezy, I keep this MAC, mane Bitch had gave it to me easy when them racks came Gunshots went through Fred's chest One bullet hit Slim's head Some of 'em say I changed, but if I did, I changed for the better Most of you niggas stopped cheesin' soon as I got some cheddar Nigga, this shit won't never heal, stop askin' is I'm feelin' better I don't get on elevators, everybody 'round me steppers High as hell eatin' beats, shit reminded me of edibles I'ma kill Slim's killer, hopin' 12 sit back, I'm catchin' him Just spent a hunnid racks, I'm ballin' out I'm on a whole 'nother level now Straight out the hood, but I been sellin' out Shows, need twenty racks to hop on the road Get rid of the 'script bottle, make sure that it's already poured The whole van on probation, we can't get pulled over My new bitch told me she loved me, I just shrugged my shoulders I don't play no games, you better act like you supposed to Would you still love me if I never met Pro Tools? I promise I ain't fussin', just remember what I told you Buildin' trust again is some shit I can't get close to Really then again, you someone I wanna be close to, yeah Dick you down like I'm supposed to, yeah These choppers kick harder than Goku, yeah Five hundred on the vest, but I'm not protected Sound weird, but that's how a nigga dressin' Spikes all on my wrist, I'm high as it gets Sometimes I feel like Drizzy, I was rollin' through the 6 She say she not a fan, but she keep askin' for a pic My niggas rich, if she was a cornerback, she still couldn't pick My blunt is lit, my gun a stick Pull up Hellcat, no, I'm not kiddin' Diamonds got my wrists numb, short bitch look like Nia Long We don't talk on cell phones, eyes lower than Vietnam Who the fuck gon' save the streets if I didn't? Never said, "No" to my niggas or my kin Stand on these niggas' heads like bobby pins You get one thing free in this life: oxygen I seen flaw in a rap nigga, I won't put him on aux again I think my niggas send more shots than Kentucky college gym I got real-life issues, can't talk too much on interviews Domestic violence on codeine, these drugs really get abused Old money like some dinosaurs Was takin' losses that we couldn't afford Tried to hold me back when I was movin' forward I want that cash, I'm always movin' for it She gon' fuck me for some Tom Ford Brand new Rolex, ain't got time for her 1600 block, they know I rep that gang gang You got shooters? Me too, guess we on the same thing Don't let this rappin' fool you, bitch, I'm on the same thing Every time they came and got me, I ain't say a name Niggas thought I hung with Weezy, I keep this MAC, mane Bitch had gave it to me easy when them racks came
Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Lionel Rudolf, Kim Jaehyun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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