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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jamil Tajh Alleyne
Jamil Tajh Alleyne
Paroles/Composition
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Paroles/Composition
Theron Thomas
Theron Thomas
Paroles/Composition
Timothy Thomas
Timothy Thomas
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Courtney Horton
Courtney Horton
Ingénierie de mixage
Millz
Millz
Production
Thurston McCrea
Thurston McCrea
Ingénierie de prise de son
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Joe Fitz
Joe Fitz
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Man I swear to God, I got some **** out there
In Shreveport so loyal, it just don't make no fuckin' sense
[Verse 2]
That my ****, I call him Blocka
That my bitch, I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother, I call him Hunnid mane
La familia and I put that on my mama
That my ****, I call him Blocka
That my bitch, I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother, I call him Hunnid mane
And I put that on my mama
[Verse 3]
Real **** in the game
I know how to maintain
Rap and hustle, sell coke
Bitches say the same thing
Caught money like Sean
Big money like Don
Shout out my ****, Don Juan
Gotta grip the bag with two arms
Got the weed comin' by the acre
Look like I robbed two farms
Jamaican cartel pull up, fat boy say, wah gwan?
I just hit 'em like, wah
Still be goin' dumb
Mouth full of platinum, bitches askin' where I'm from
Diamonds just like Master P, my mouth be sayin' uh
Sixteen 252's, that's four bricks on a scale
And between me and you, I just got out of jail
Took my lick, I ain't tell
And I know you wish you could be hittin'
[Verse 4]
That my ****, I call him Blocka
That my bitch, I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother, I call him Hunnid mane
La familia and I put that on my mama
That my ****, I call him Blocka
That my bitch, I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother, I call him Hunnid mane
And I put that on my mama
[Verse 5]
Rea-real **** in the game
Streets say the same thing
And if I get caught again, I'm going to the chain gang
Not afraid to take losses
Gold mouth dawg, we bosses
Tryna clip, oh, it's gon' cost ya
You gon' have to come take it off me
Whi-whipped out in a foreign
With a bad bitch named Lauren
Say she used to live in California
She don't speak English and she foreign
Say her ex-boyfriend borin'
Want a drug dealer who important
Slangin' dope dick, I'm retarded
Finger lickin' chicken in a trap house
Know they love me in the neighborhood
I ain't gotta hustle with the strap out
I don't care what **** rap 'bout
I ain't rappin' what they rap 'bout
I'm the **** **** rap 'bout
Murders gettin' reenact out
Kickin' rocks in the crack drought
Up the gat and I ain't back down
[Verse 6]
That my ****, I call him Blocka
That my bitch, I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother, I call him Hunnid mane
La familia and I put that on my mama
That my ****, I call him Blocka
That my bitch, I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother, I call him Hunnid mane
And I put that on my mama
Written by: Jamil Tajh Alleyne, Kevin Gilyard, Theron Thomas, Timothy Thomas
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