Video Musik
Video Musik
Dari
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brahim Gousse
Songwriter
Keione Brenson
Songwriter
Edurado Jhonson
Songwriter
Talon Williams
Songwriter
Lirik
Yeah
(ooh, ooh)
Two bags, too scared, y'all swangin
Too slow, understand what I'm sayin'?
**** be sayin' that stupid shit but this ain't one of them bands
**** be talking that crucial shit, but **** ain't throwin' no hands
Free smoke, big Glocks, we tote
Red beam, don't die, we through
Money on my mind, so ain't got time to just be playin'
If you not gon' style, you ain't my kind, you understand?
Why don't those **** go do some shit? She wanna grab
Lay you on crucifixes, put holes into your hands
Why the fuck you confuse a bitch, when bitch those **** be playin'
How many **** really connect their souls with the band?
How many made their money flip from bangin' them pots and pans?
Dip before the coppa come, say freeze and show your hands
It was over when the choppas sung to zombies and they fans
This goofy shit, they stop this shit
Come on, you **** stop playin'
Two bags, too scared, y'all swangin
Too slow, understand what I'm sayin'?
**** be sayin' that stupid shit but this ain't one of them bands
**** be talking that crucial shit, but **** ain't throwin' no hands
Free smoke, big Glocks, we tote
Red beam, don't die, we through
Money on my mind, so ain't got time to just be playin'
If you not gon' style, you ain't my kind, you understand?
Lay you on crucifixes, put holes into your hands
How many **** really connect their souls with the band?
Free smoke, big Glocks - we tote
Written by: Brahim Gousse, Edurado Jhonson, Keione Brenson, Talon Williams
