म्यूज़िक वीडियो

म्यूज़िक वीडियो

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yg Teck
Yg Teck
Vocals
Nasg Chaz
Nasg Chaz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cskdray
Cskdray
Songwriter
Dorian Tate
Dorian Tate
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cskdray
Cskdray
Producer

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[Verse 1]
Give a fuck where they at
Ain't nobody hard as this I'm hard as shit
I call a blitz
I'm trynna make em call it quits
You left **** in that cell hurt
You was thinking self first
Want me pick you up cause you down
But you forgot that I fell first
Thousand dollar jeans pockets empty
I don't like your work before you
Put them bullets in your gun
You gotta wipe them first
It's a for sure thing
Them boys bang ain't no might get hurt
Wanted a million dollars cash
I knew I wasn't the type to work
Need some motivation from the bottom
**** look at me
My gunna a really push ya shit back
He ain't pushing P
They ah sit on his spot all night
We tryin' lift the score sticks galore
He jump when something flash
That's how I know that he been hit before
I got something
But you know I'm tryin' get us more
Got a block of fetty wop
And a brick of raw
You got all this money
But at heart man you **** poor
Made that boy a highlight
He died before he hit the floor
This my life
But they call it music
I done put my all into it
Get a bullet casket
And a trip to God all-inclusive
You ain't even worth life
I'm up like the Perc price
Bitch you better knock his lights out
When we first strike
Give a fuck where they at
Ain't nobody hard as this
I'm hard as shit I call a blitz
I'm trynna make em call it quits
You left **** in that cell hurt
You was thinking self first
Want me pick you up cause you down
But you forgot that I fell first
Thousand dollar jeans pockets empty
I don't like your work
Before you put them bullets in your gun
You gotta wipe them first
It's a for sure thing
Them boys bang ain't no might get hurt
Wanted a million-dollars cash
I knew I wasn't the type to work
Gotta get out here and grind for it
Be patient put some time into it
He got his ass cracked
Cause he was trying to cut the line for it
**** killed my cousin
Felt like wasn't nobody riding for him
So I picked up that gun
Came off that porch like fuck it
I do it
Make sure I answer all my dawgs calls
They locked behind them hard bars
He took a life
The judge took his life it's like we all lost
But we ain't call it quits
They gone have to knock us all off
They telling me they proud of me
But praying that I fall off
Fake love y'all can have that
Old friends getting blast at
Should've been seen it coming
Some shit I just can't get mad at
Got some **** in the system
I send em pictures to laugh at
If I go broke I sent my last fifty through a Cash App
Give a fuck where they at
Ain't nobody hard as this
I'm hard as shit I call a blitz
I'm trynna make em call it quits
You left **** in that cell hurt
You was thinking self first
Want me pick you up cause you down
But you forgot that I fell first
Thousand dollar jeans pockets empty
I don't like your work
Before you put them bullets in your gun
You gotta wipe them first
It's a for sure thing
Them boys bang ain't no might get hurt
Wanted a million-dollars cash
I knew I wasn't the type to work
Written by: Cskdray, Dorian Tate
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