Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Lil Mabu
Canto
DD Osama
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Matthew Peter DeLuca
Letra
David DeShaun Reyes
Letra
Florian Thi Nguyen Van
Composición
Hamza Hamaal
Composición
Kristian Madsen
Composición
Malik Piper
Composición
Sebastian Bukholt Haugaard Andersen
Composición
William Eric Boyette
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
VVS Melody
Producción
Kristian Rose
Producción
Kndey
Producción
Hemz
Producción
Frank Roman
Masterización
lil Mav
Producción
Letra
[Intro]
I'm on the road-road-road
Always on go-go-go
Grrah, everything for Notti
I'm feelin' low-low-low
You know what the fuck goin' on
Pour a four-four-four
Grrah-grrah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
[Verse 1]
They had a special place in my heart, so I tried fixing them while they were breakin' me
I learned the hard way, but I don't do it no more thankfully
Turned to a beast when Notti died, I told 'em, "Wait and see"
I wasn't 'posed to make it this far, I'm talkin' racially
So this shit feels make believe
I wish lil' Notti woulda stuck with me in the streets
I ain't ever parked a V and I've been on the charts for weeks
I had a vision no one seen, not even my family
Not even my family
Music is savin' me, but I know it could end fatally
Painfully
So I keep that .40 on my side, ain't no one tamin' me
I'ma pray for me
I wasn't perfect as a kid, but I still ate my greens
I started workin' in the crib while my friends were smokin' weed
I started doing good and got more enemies
I keep my face up off the net when I be in the streets
I know my boys got my back, but when it comes to totin' straps, hope they don't run when the bullets gotta handle me
[Intro]
Ah, every opp shot
Grrah, Mabu, grrah, Mabu
Like
Grrah, every opp shot, like
Grrah, gang-gang-gang, gang
Gang-gang-gang, like
[Verse 2]
Aye, yo, Mabu, throw
Boom
When we bend through the opps, get low
I said, "DD, we clutchin' the cane or the pole?"
Red light, green beam, hang out, throw
For lil' Notti, I'm flockin'
Catch a opp, put his life turn timeless
Totin' the .30, I ain't totin' a rocket
Brrt
Ddot with me for the **** that's plottin', grrah
Dead opps all in my blunt, bitch is a munch and she ate it for fun
Bitch, I'm that **** that do what I want
Bend that ass over and wine on my gun
Yeah, he died one time on the earth now he died two times
Put the beam to the blunt
Grrah, times
I don't even smoke but feel him in my lungs
DD got left, Mabu got right
Right
Just know I still smoke Rite
Damn
Like, grrah, grrah, just know I smoke Rite
Damn
I ain't goin' out without a fight
Facts
I got diamonds on me, shed the light
The light
Your bitch callin' DD to get piped, while I'm callin DD for the pipe
And if brodie get stuck in a slammer, Mabu gon' help beat the case
The slammer, facts
I'm a lawyer, I always got answers, fuckin' bitches on the first date
Answers, damn
I got bitches on me, Alabama, I keep one in every other state
State
[Outro]
Bitch, I feel I great
Damn, every opp shot, ****
Suck my dick, like
Grrah-grrah, gang-gang-gang
Written by: David DeShaun Reyes, Matthew Peter DeLuca