Video Musik

Video Musik

Dari

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rundown Spaz
Rundown Spaz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Goins
Richard Goins
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Terrificc Terry
Chris Terrificc Terry
Mixing Engineer
Mogyi
Mogyi
Producer

Lirik

(This shit too low, Mogyi, turn up the bass)
(Slide no more, they don't even slide no more)
(**** don't slide no more)
My opps don't e'en slide no more, **** on Clubhouse runnin' they lips, it's weird
Dude steady makin' 'em raps, hollerin', "Backseat music," but a **** ain't slid in years
I'm tryna swing my door, 23 fully yop, I'll show you how to send a blitz for real
Give a **** like point-three secs to duck his top 'fore I do him like Clip, for real
Heard a **** had tripped and fell like, shit, oh well (like, shit, oh well)
**** seen the walkers and ain't shoot first, so he basically killed himself (killed himself)
On bro, we gon' stretch yo' ass, **** ain't that fast, show you how to really lay that belt (how to lay that belt)
**** won't shoot back, I can promise you that, jump out on shit myself
****, we spank ass, for real, anything I did in life, I'd do it again (I'd do it again)
**** big brother died in his face, and he ain't turn killer, he a bitch that forgot to spin (a bitch that forgot to spin)
****, this shit easy as one, two, three, stop that cryin', go box him in (go box him in)
Free O Boy, can't wait 'til he free, when he touch the streets, I'ma drop my kin (I'ma drop my gun)
****, we lay belt, they know, act like you don't, go check the score (act like you don't, ****)
7.62 hit him all in the backbone, Drac'd him down 'til he wasn't no more ('til he wasn't no more, bang)
****, we lay belt, they know, act like you don't, go check the score (bang)
7.62 hit him all in the backbone (go, go), Drac'd him down 'til he wasn't no more (he go)
My opps don't e'en slide no more, **** on Clubhouse runnin' they lips, it's weird (weird)
Dude steady makin' 'em raps, hollerin', "Backseat music," but a **** ain't slid in years (a **** ain't slid in years)
I'm tryna swing my door, 23 fully yop, I'll show you how to send a blitz for real (phew, phew)
Give a **** like point-three secs to duck his top 'fore I do him like Clip, for real (phew, phew, phew)
Heard a **** had tripped and fell like, shit, oh well (like, shit, oh well)
**** seen the walkers and ain't shoot first, so he basically killed himself (killed himself)
On bro, we gon' stretch yo' ass, **** ain't that fast, show you how to really lay that belt (how to lay that belt)
**** won't shoot back, I can promise you that, jump out on shit myself (myself)
Phew, phew, uh, uh
Bitch-ass ****
Uh, get yo' ****, get yo' ****
Better watch out, lil' ****
Written by: Richard Goins
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