Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
OsamaSon
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Amari Middleton
Letrista
Rok Curkovic
Letrista
William Dale Minnix III
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Alex Gamble
Ingeniería de mezcla envolvente
Colin Leonard
Masterización
Nellz
Ingeniería de mezcla
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Producción
Rok
Producción
Letra
[Verse 1]
Bags fucked it up, pour more, not enough
It's too hot in here, hit your block and chop it up
And this lil' ho talk too much, Dior bag, I filled it up
I'm on P, I flipped that truck
Bet your crew won't fuck with us
Bet your crew can't fuck with us
[Verse 2]
What would you do for a little bit of money?
Call slime, wipe your nose for a hundred
Lil' **** know that shit ain't nothing
Coupe take off, this bitch just punchin'
Boy, you hear that engine run
I just bought some brand new guns
**** not talmbout shit not none
Bih, my double cup, DJ Pun
Love when they run, that shit be fun
You ain't tryna hit, lil' ****, say sum
Got some shit that'll send you to the sun
[Verse 3]
Hit up twin, where the bags at?
We got sticks just like Baghdad
See it, want it, then I have that
Foreign bitch, I'ma bag that
I'ma flex on my ex, Stef still pourin' up Hi-tech
I'm still scoring, check the net
Where was you goin'? Catch some led
Going fed, going fed
In the whip I'm goin' fed
Tell that bitch I'm pouring red
Tell that bitch I'm pouring red
In that truck, I'm full of meds
In that truck a fully man
This AR a bully, man
Put holes in your hoodie, man
[Verse 4]
Bags fucked it up, pour more, not enough
It's too hot in here, hit your block and chop it up
And this lil' ho talk too much, Dior bag, I filled it up
I'm on P, I flipped that truck
Bet your crew won't fuck with us
Bet your crew can't fuck with us
[Verse 5]
What would you do for a little bit of money?
Call slime, wipe your nose for a hundred
Lil' **** know that shit ain't nothing
Coupe take off, this bitch just punchin'
Boy, you hear that engine run
I just bought some brand new guns
**** not talmbout shit not none
Bih, my double cup, DJ Pun
Love when they run, that shit be fun
You ain't tryna hit, lil' ****, say sum
Got some shit that'll send you to the sun
[Verse 6]
Hit up twin, where the bags at?
We got sticks just like Baghdad
See it, want it, then I have that
Foreign bitch, I'ma bag that
I'ma flex on my ex, Stef still pourin' up Hi-tech
Written by: Amari Middleton, Rok Curkovic, William Dale Minnix III
