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INTERPRÉTATION
Big Scarr
Big Scarr
Chant
Key Glock
Key Glock
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Alexander Woods
Alexander Woods
Paroles/Composition
Julius Rivera III
Julius Rivera III
Paroles/Composition
Kevin Price
Kevin Price
Paroles/Composition
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Paroles/Composition
Zachary Mullett
Zachary Mullett
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Samarra "Stereo" Torrence
Samarra "Stereo" Torrence
Ingénierie
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Ingénierie de mixage
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Production
Kutta Beatz
Kutta Beatz
Production
Squat Beats
Squat Beats
Production
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Ingénierie de mixage

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Whoa (Squat made the beat) Whoa (go Grizz) Uh, uh, let's go Got my boys Kutta and Grizz on this motherfucker, finna fuck 'em up (Kutta, cut that shit up, man) Uh, whoa Packin' heat, but not 'cause it's December Swervin' in traffic, all guns automatic, just let an opp slide I'ma shoot out the window Gangster lil' bitch, she put shit in the blender Then after that, I go buy her a vendor Heard the boy died for the pussy, he tender I been a go-getter, I used to sell bags out a rental (Toe tag) He talkin' too much, had to kill him (Wockhardt) Inside of my cup and my liver Bitch, I'm the man on my side like I'm Flippa I walk in the mall with them racks in my Denim Had to stop poppin' them bars, I was goin' too hard Pop an Addy to boost the momentum Gotta get high, too much shit on my mental I'm everywhere with that fire like a candle Youngins on go, they press play when I send 'em Double back, spin again, make sure they get 'em My bitch, she bad like her name Kylie Jenner I hop on the beat, walk it down with a rhythm This rappin' shit easy, I make it look simple I was born in this shit, so I'm not a beginner Pray to the Lord, 'cause I know I'm a sinner Hop out with four choppers like we're ridin' Sprinters Now I'm back on the road, on the Sprinter with killers We're poppin' Percs back to back like they Skittles Now I'm an opp 'cause he laid on a pillow I ain't signin', I'm burnin' that fire in my zipper (toe tag) Yeah, Glizock that the name and I know you remember (yeah) Tool on my side, just like Bob the Builder (uh) Uh, hop on the beat and I float like a river (phew) Reach for these rocks and get popped like a jigga (bah) Put a hole in his face like a dimple (yeah) Middle fingers up, yeah, to the system (yeah) If you don't know me, just call me Mr. (Glock) Blue diamonds, it look like a blizzard (uh) I'ma slice, you know I been official (yeah) Blow the pistol just like it's a whistle (phew) Pull that nina out and let you kiss her (mwah) I get money, it helps my mental 12 whips to slide in the winter Same nigga, I don't need Insta' (wow) Two-tone FN came with missile (wow, bah) Still gangbangin' with these millions (bah) Yellow diamonds on me goin' crazy like a Minion They call me Glock and I make you feel it (bah) Chillin' with Scarr, tryna make another million I'm rich as fuck, still toe tag niggas Huh, yeah Yeah You dig?
Writer(s): Kevin Andre Price, Julius Rivera, Morris Jones, Zachary Mullett, Markeyvuis Cathey, Alexander Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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