क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kai Jarvis Fleming
Kai Jarvis Fleming
Composer
Alexander Tsygankov
Alexander Tsygankov
Composer
Artem Yarullin
Artem Yarullin
Composer
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
King Wonka
King Wonka
Producer
Key Pushaz
Key Pushaz
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer

गाने

[Intro]
Get the bag, King WONKA
[Chorus]
Aye, I told this bitch, "Don't kill my vibe"
Glizzock shoulda been my birth name, I keep one by my side
Bitch, I been jumped off the porch, these **** just now comin' outside
Bitch, I keep that fire, that torch
You can get barbecued or fried
Bro, he got a degree in slidin'
I'm a gangsta, I can't even hide it
I'm a beast when I get behind it
On her knees, she call me "Your Highness"
Told you once, I'm South Memphis' finest
Not another like me? Can't find him
Tryna fold this lil' bitch like a binder
Bought a foreign, it came with recliners
[Verse 1]
Off the block, mix and matching designer
Bitch, I'm up, I ain't takin' no downers
If she yellow or pretty, I pound her
I got money, respect, and got power
Ain't shit sweet, these **** sour
Can't trust these hoes, they foul
Aye, I'm a dog, you can hear me howl
G-lock, still talk of the town, ****
[Verse 2]
Aye, bitch don't blow my high
I was only fifteen, they like, "What you doin' with that .45?"
John Doe pulled a switch up on his g and he'll shoot you forty times
This bitch fast, Busta Rhymes
I keep it on me, I'm bustin' mine
Don't get outta line, you gon' get put in your place
All this money pilin', pockets obese from this cake
Got different color diamonds, **** showin' they colors, hatin'
She like, "Glizzock, you that ****," that's an understatement
[Chorus]
Aye, I told this bitch, "Don't kill my vibe"
Glizzock shoulda been my birth name, I keep one by my side
Bitch, I been jumped off the porch, these **** just now comin' outside
Bitch, I keep that fire, that torch
You can get barbecued or fried
Bro, he got a degree in slidin'
I'm a gangsta, I can't even hide it
I'm a beast when I get behind it
On her knees, she call me "Your Highness"
Told you once, I'm South Memphis' finest
Not another like me, can't find him
Tryna fold this lil' bitch like a binder
Bought a foreign, it came with recliners
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cutthroat La Familia
Written by: Alexander Tsygankov, Artem Yarullin, Kai Jarvis Fleming, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
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