म्यूज़िक वीडियो

म्यूज़िक वीडियो

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Suchecki
Brandon Suchecki
Songwriter
Owen Scott
Owen Scott
Songwriter
Talal Kolt
Talal Kolt
Songwriter

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Oh, you just got beamed, you fucking loser
You're a fucking loser, you just got beamed, ****
I'm fuckin' with a blonde, and she cool with stuffin' big pills
This **** hella fat, so I know he eatin' big meals
I only hang with **** that be known to keep that shit real
My white boy kinda crazy, he keep tryna hit a big drill
When I serve the junkies, keep a homie who gon' shoot shit
I can't tell you shit, you always tellin' wit' yo' loose lips
At the skating park, I'm finna hit you with a RipStik
Quick to up the blick, but I'll still smack you on some real shit
No, I ain't finna hit yo' blunt if it got some mid
Brodie out here screamin' "slatt," but he never slid
Opps always tryna play some games, not talkin' squid
Clip filled with hollow tips, we aimin' at yo' lid
I just poured a 4 of red, got me feelin' woozy
Never put your trust in hoes, 'cause all these bitches choosin'
Feds steady at the door, 'cause all the packs I'm movin'
Call my phone, you need some drank, trap got the juice in
Bitch, we GTA livin', we finessin' yo' whip
And I'm jackin' all yo' jewelry, that shit for a flip
All my bullets blue flame, but no, I'm not a Crip
Don't approach me when I'm with my Glock, I fire off the hip
Shoutout J, that's my brother, man, he just off a bean
And we steady trappin' on the daily, gettin' to that green
You can call my pockets crispy, 'cause they always got the cream
That's yo' bitch, I might hit her once, but then she for the team
I'm fuckin' with a blonde, and she cool with stuffin' big pills
This **** hella fat, so I know he eatin' big meals
I only hang with **** that be known to keep that shit real
My white boy kinda crazy, he keep tryna hit a big drill
You think your bitch is loyal, but I know she for the team still
Flowin' like I'm Rio, and it's like I came from Brazil
How you talkin' drip, when yo' shit came from Goodwill?
Pussy tried to play me, so I had to make his dreams spill
Caught this **** lackin', so I'm 'bout to get a big kill
I might be a fiend, I started trippin' when the cup spilled
My youngin 'bout to spin, I told him, "make sure that the clip filled"
Funny **** talkin', why he actin' like a big deal?
Head itchin', 'cause his dreads, he needs to put some oil in it
Just made 60k, and I'm 'bout to blow it all on a pendant
When I'm playin' basketball, you know a **** always winnin'
Nasty ho, goes to church even though she always sinnin'
I'm bringing slavery back, I'm puttin' all my opps in the field
Always pressin' forward, I ain't got time to stop and heal
Owen brought some red, but we wonderin' if that shit real
Crackhead did some shit and left me shocked like electric eel
**** always dissin', 'cause they know that I'm a big deal
I'm standin' at the top, all alone, on a big hill
Wearin' Nike Tech, all black, with a sheisty mask
****, I'on give a fuck, quit talkin' 'bout yo' shitty past
Written by: Brandon Suchecki, Owen Scott, Talal Kolt
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