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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Cel NoLackin
Cel NoLackin
Rap
Lil king
Lil king
Rap
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Darcel Harvey
Darcel Harvey
Composición
Ricardo J. Figueroa
Ricardo J. Figueroa
Composición
Martin Garcia
Martin Garcia
Composición
Kirill Balabas
Kirill Balabas
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
ricodahitmaker
ricodahitmaker
Producción
exuising
exuising
Producción
10Soundz
10Soundz
Producción
Rico
Rico
Ingeniería de grabación
Nick Cavalieri
Nick Cavalieri
Masterización

Letra

(808 Mafia)
Listen
You wanna hang with killers, hop inside this car, come slide then (Slide then)
I can make this Glock here automatic, just change this fire pin, uh (Change this fire pin)
They try to come slide again, gon' spank they shit again (Gon' spank they shit again)
My brother say, "You feel any disrespect, then I'm laced up, tryna spin" (Then I'm laced up, tryna spin)
I'm in that car with killers (With killers)
Tryna make somethin' zombie, Thriller
Three Glocks, hop out, we spittin' (We spittin')
Merch what on who? We ain't spinnin' (We ain't spinnin')
Switch emptyin' half a mag (Half a mag)
Catch him outside loafin', we seal him (We seal him)
Plenty times, buddy could've spanked that **** (Plenty times)
Gave a pass 'cause he saw his children ('Cause he saw 'em)
Masked up, tryna pull a robbery (A robbery)
Got Glock Gen5 on side of me (On side of me)
Keep it real, would you even try to die for me? (Would you die for me?)
Put it all on the line and go slide for me? (Go slide for me)
All my brothers stand on biz, they don't play no games, boy, it's far from me (Boy, it's far from me)
My lil' broski knock somethin' off, I had to pay that slider fee (I had to pay that slider fee)
You ain't tryna hang with the gang, bust brains for real, take pipes and stain shit (And stain shit)
Brother got locked in the jail, came right back home, got booked for the same shit (Booked for the same shit)
Why would he fightin' a B if he losin' his life and that shit there ain't it?
I'm still youngin tryna figure out life, on top, tryna deal with this fame shit (Just tryna deal with this fame)
I'm still youngin tryna figure out life, but I'm still right there on gang shit (On gang shit)
**** already think they know my life, had to tell 'em really how this pain get, uh (How this pain get)
They weren't goin' on drills, I could really tell 'em how that aim get (How that aim get)
My buddy really be tappin' them heads, he already had seen a brain split (Had seen a brain split)
Uh, she fuckin' for fame, she ain't shit
**** been scared of NoLackin since NoLackin came in (Since I came in)
And they ain't hold it down, they left soon as that rain hit
They left me for dead, I showed 'em how the lane switched
You wanna hang with killers, hop inside this car, come slide then (Come slide then)
I can make this Glock here automatic, just change this fire pin, uh (I'll change this fire pin)
They try to come slide again, gon' spank they shit again (Gon' spank they shit again)
My brother say, "You feel any disrespect, then I'm laced up, tryna spin" (Then I'm laced up, tryna spin)
I'm in that car with killers (With killers)
Tryna make somethin' zombie, Thriller (Zombie, Thriller)
Three Glocks, hop out, we spittin' (We spittin')
Merch what on who? We ain't spinnin' (We ain't spinnin')
Switch emptyin' half a mag (Half a mag)
Catch him outside loafin', we seal him (We seal him)
Plenty times, buddy could've spanked that **** (Could've spanked him)
Gave a pass 'cause he saw his children ('Cause he saw 'em, come on, come on)
We ain't doin' no man in the middle
Catch a **** outside and zip him (And zip him)
They ain't tryna collide, we been through it (We been through it)
**** play, gon' die, shit simple (Shit simple)
One opp in the chair, he crippled (He crippled)
He still tryna diss, I don't know what's his issue (What's his issue)
That lil' bitch tried to run, I tripped him (I tripped him)
Put that chop to his face, it kissed him, we tryna kill him (Come on)
My lil' bro sixteen and he up six souls, still free lil' bro 'til he get here (Still free lil' bro)
Take a look at the board, we up on the score, put a bitch in the way, she gon' get killed (Get it up on the score)
And ain't none of the opps comin' down our block, I'll send a fast shit through the windshield (Fast shit through the windshield)
He is not one of us, I been fuckin' shit up since a jit, it ain't shit that we ain't did (Ain't shit that we ain't did)
I'm blowin' this chop, no aim assist (This chop, no aim assist)
All of the opps be hidin', don't be on a crumb, we spankin' them (They ain't up on a crumb, we spankin' them)
**** shot my bro, next day, we was outside spankin' shit (We was outside spankin' shit)
Lay in the fuck **** cut with a brand-new chop, tryna hop out, change him (You know that we changin' him)
You wanna hang with killers, hop inside this car, come slide then (Come on, come slide)
I can make this Glock here automatic, just change this fire pin, uh (I'll change this fire pin)
They try to come slide again, gon' spank they shit again (Gon' spank they shit again)
My brother say, "You feel any disrespect, then I'm laced up, tryna spin" (Then I'm laced up, tryna spin)
I'm in that car with killers (With killers)
Tryna make somethin' zombie, Thriller (Zombie, Thriller)
Three Glocks, hop out, we spittin' (We spittin')
Merch what on who? We ain't spinnin' (We ain't spinnin')
Switch emptyin' half a mag (Half a mag)
Catch him outside loafin', we seal him (We seal him)
Plenty times, buddy could've spanked that **** (Could've spanked him)
Gave a pass 'cause he saw his children ('Cause he saw 'em)
You wanna hang with killers, hop inside this car, come slide then (Come slide then)
I can make this Glock here automatic, just change this fire pin, uh (Just change this fire pin)
They try to come slide again, gon' spank they shit again (Gon' spank they shit again)
My brother say, "You feel any disrespect, then I'm laced up, tryna spin" (Then I'm laced up, tryna spin)
Written by: Darcel Harvey, Kirill Balabas, Martin Garcia, Ricardo J. Figueroa
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