Video musical

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
BrandoBands
BrandoBands
Programming
LC
LC
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Cantey
Brandon Cantey
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Luke Clay
Luke Clay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LC
LC
Producer
BrandoBands
BrandoBands
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Letra

(Ayy, Turn me up B) Ayy, that bitch, YB ask me like, "What you love, Cap?" (LC, LC) I told him, "I don't know, I don't love, now, I'm just gon' stay real, I'ma stay me" Flags to the sky, this for my BaBa, say I miss you Hope you got your prayer beads, I been prayin' for you Just know I'm with you And I would lose it all, after everything we been through (oh) Anywhere we'll shoot it out, how the fuck can I just forget you? (Bap, bap, bap) Double cup, I'm poured up Spent two $200K, I'm frozed up Blessed him with a 50 ball even though he ain't never let me hold nothin' Bangin' real hard like a bounty hunter Real right, sex, money, murder Tryna split you, wish we gon' zip the bitch We don't never stop 'til we murk somethin' You can have my heart whole No, we don't do no splittin', like who you kidding? You treatin' my bad like I done done somethin' Straight from my cell block, hot box in the Rolls Where them birds out, it's the safest I done kept out where it was vacant I done broke plenty hearts without a code Straight up out that dope hole I'm not from Minneapolis, but I spent two thousand on one coat My niggas in the streets throwin' signs, but they ain't protesting My nigga murder for some diamonds, catch a body for some baguettes Too many niggas died on that same block, I'm standin' My head up to the sky while my roof panoramic I be wantin' talk to God, soon as he call, I don't answer I got real-life problems, I'm tryna stay up off them cameras I ain't goin' back broke, and I ain't sellin' my soul Told you it is what it is, I ain't say I'm sorry Came from apartments I got niggas in that cage like Jeff Hardy Flags to the sky, this for my BaBa, say I miss you Hope you got your prayer beads, I been prayin' for you Just know I'm with you And I would lose it all, after everything we been through (oh) Anywhere we'll shoot it out, how the fuck can I just forget you? (bap, bap, bap) Double cup, I'm poured up Spent two $200K, I'm frozed up Blessed him with a 50 ball even though he ain't never let me hold nothin' Bangin' real hard like a bounty hunter Real right, sex, money, murder Tryna split you, wish we gon' zip the bitch We don't never stop 'til we murk somethin' Too many niggas died on that same block, I'm standin' My head up to the sky while my roof panoramic I be wantin' to talk to God, soon as he call, I don't answer I got real-life problems, I'm tryna stay up off them cameras Oh Oh
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Kobe Crawford, Luke Clay, Brandon Cantey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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