Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Millyz
Vocals
Gnipsey
Vocals
Jiggztb
Vocals
OT The Real
Vocals
Showly
Vocals
Spook Sleeezyyy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Avery Humber
Composer
Myles Lockwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Humbeats
Producer
Brendan Brady
Mixing Engineer
John Scott
Mixing Engineer
Josh Schuback
Mixing Engineer
Lirik
[Verse 1]
The way bullets hit that **** was a miracle
We tryna slide 'fore these shells fly, know they tearing through
Got a new Glock, how the fuck could I fear you?
Slide with two 30s, ain't no question if we airing you
**** know how Glock boy coming, ****
I spent my last dollar on that Glock 17 'cause I was tryna dump a ****
Brodie put two holes in his face, like a pumpkin, ****
I tap on 'em buttons tryna make music with my trumpet, ****
Cut throat keep that shit around me I don't duck smoke
Literally rollin' up they hittas, let that bum smoke
I done fuck my bitches best friends, keep it hush though
Keep one in the hand when I link bitches, I can't trust hoes
[Verse 2]
We don't go on missions with high points, we don't trust those
Ain't gotta say no names just know we hit 'em, and they done for
Done did it all and seen it all, went through it so my sons won't
They tell us that they've seen it all, man
I don't even want smoke
They poppin' pressed percs, they ain't killers they ain't ready to
My dog tryna slide he wanna kill him for the feddy do
I'm tryna play ball but **** heavy and they never shoot
My lil **** drive and slam on you like they 7'2
Big steppin' hit 'em with several, he make 7 news
They big tellin', playin' by a different set of rules
I know you love that bitch, but stop saying what you'll never do
'Cause she be tryna rip my dick off before I set the mood
[Verse 3]
Tell them blues stay off the local roads from 10 to 2
We sent the subs in all the jails and the lieutenants knew
They told me oh they pulled us over and they mentioned you
We thought they got him for some boxers but they let him through
Makin' moves is in my DNA
Your bitch cheated, you beat her she got a PFA
Block do a quarter key a day, homie we okay
You let it get dunked on, come back and be at bay
I let the burner rap like John Gotti
Lost soldiers to the drugs, the rest caught bodies
Armed robberies looking at a murder bib
Old scope gave the best drip like Virgil did
[Verse 4]
30 head and a 40 clip, and it's on the hip
My **** sharp as Shannon and all I talk is that sporty shit
I go an get it, I ain't never been fat
With all them cases thank God that I ain't never went fed
The morgue workin' with your homie and what's left of his head
And you ain't ride you posting pictures with a weapon instead
Fanning out a **** comments, boy, you a whole stan
Tellin' rappers happy birthday like a hoe, fam
And you don't even show that type a love to your own man
That ain't dick riding that's dick suckin'
Both hands throw grams in the blender they know
I make it shake, I play the ace every time I go out crazy ace
[Verse 5]
They say it's great and I took one gram and I made it 8
Play it safe when the hood was on fire I played the cape
Play with paint since they was track runners, bathing apes
I change the pace I can switch up the cuddle and change the taste
I change your fade it will get messy in city
Almost broke my thumb tryna fit the actress in the glizzy
On my mother man I really got connections to the switchy
That will laser on my nino playin' tetris with the blicky
We really made a killin' off a lactose
The drug dealin' look appealin but we act broke
A trap goat I got back off of wack dope
They crack jokes, but then duck it like crack smoke
[Verse 6]
Rap quotes switched my situation, did a 180
Highway on a robbery doing 180
Whoever owe me funds pay me, I can make your life tricky
All my ops will never see an M cause they don't like millis
Drug distributor sellin raw on my verses
Shoot a clown in his nose before I be part of the circus
They know the work and it would come and still regardless they servin'
'Cause when you ain't gettin' money these bitches talk like you worthless
(We tryna murk shit)
Bullets lift you off your feet like you pole jumpin'
Kick back on the Ford he got the pole jumpin'
Beat you like you stole something
The got the audacity, this coke pure like chassidy
Your life ain't real enough for you to rap with me
Wrapped up in these diamond chains
You came up off a hand outs, we don't grind the same
I shot at targets before I stepped inside the range
This for my mama name, I trippled up the load 'cause my ambition high
Switches for them sissy guys that switch inside
California blanco in the two seater
I'm pourin' muddy in the two liter politic will burn over, blue reefer
Two divas addicted to the pipe them hoes my new geekers
Catch you coming out of sax and knock you out your new sneakers Blanco
Written by: John Doe
