Video musical
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sha EK
Vocals
SleazyWorld Go
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian Lau
Songwriter
Chalim Perry
Songwriter
Evan C. Ellicott
Songwriter
Luca Fano-Caroti
Songwriter
Tarik Hemici
Songwriter
joseph r isaac
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adrian Lau
Producer
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer
Corey Cutz
Mixing Engineer
Emrld
Producer
Luca Beatz
Producer
Angel Reyes
Recording Engineer
Letra
(EMRLD)
Gang-gang-gang
(A Lau on the beat)
OGz the fuck up
It's a difference between me and all of these rappers, I'm really up in the street
They be jackin' the static, but always be duckin', when niggas run into me
Niggas never gonna tell you the truth, niggas always gonna tell you a lie
Free the guys, man, this shit not the same I be thinkin' 'bout them all the time
We was buggin', chillin' on the strip, I told Dot to go fuck on his bitch
That's the reason why niggas be droppin' our shit, 'cause they bitches always doin' dick
Every track that I drop be fire, dead opps, got me tired
D&D went viral, thanks to the opps, I got a shot of Delilah (Lilah)
Face of the what? I'm the face of this shit, beat the odds, I did it on my own
And I dead got a two-tone Cartier watch, to show these niggas that I'm grown (on bro)
I go back to my block, cops on my dick, I get low if I'm totin' on Sally
Bitch, I really work hard for this shit got, I'ma up it if you try to line me (boom-boom, grrah)
It's a difference between me and all of these rappers, I'm really up in the street
They be jackin' the static, but always be duckin', when niggas run into me
Niggas never gonna tell you the truth, niggas always gonna tell you a lie
Free the guys, man, this shit not the same I be thinkin' 'bout them all the time
We was buggin', chillin' on the strip, I told Dot to go fuck on his bitch
That's the reason why niggas be droppin' our shit, 'cause they bitches always doin' dick
Every track that I drop be fire, dead opps, got me tired
D&D went viral thanks to the opps, I got a shot of Delilah (Lilah)
Face of the what? I'm the face of this shit, beat the odds, I did it on my own
And I dead got a two-tone Cartier watch, to show these niggas that I'm grown
I go back to my block, cops on my dick, I get low if I'm totin' on Sally
Bitch, I really work hard for this shit got, I'ma up it if you try to line me (bow-bow, grrah)
Uh, come on (come on), don't run, lemme pull yo' hair (yo' hair)
We up on fans, don't stare (don't stare), we ain't giving no passes, no spares (no spares)
We ain't giving to passes out (uh-uh), flipped his loadie, crashed it out
Closed casket, they can't show his face, them switches clapped his mouth (gltt)
We do the hits, we the main reason the city be poppin', we the ones blowin' up shit (blowin' up shit)
The opps ain't slidin' to kill nobody, them boys be shootin' to miss (shootin' to miss)
Them niggas ain't shootin' they shots (they shit)
And if I catch a opp on that block, I'm gonna put his face to the Glock (Gltt-gltt)
Face of the what? I'm the face of this shit, beat the odds, I did it on my own
And I dead got a two-tone Cartier watch, to show these niggas that I'm grown
I go back to my block, cops on my dick, I get low if I'm totin' on Sally
Bitch, I really work hard for this shit got, I'ma up it if you try to line me (bow-bow, grrah)
Writer(s): Adrian Lau, Tarik Hemici, Chalim Perry, Luca Fano-croti, Evan Ellicott
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