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Fredo Bang - How It Go (Official Video)
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Concerti in programma per Fredo Bang

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Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Programming
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Jackie Plant Jr.
Jackie Plant Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer

Testi

[Verse 1]
Speaking on my name, better keep that iron with you
They say they down to ride, but ask them if they dying with you
My partner died, your partner died, you just don't post your ****
I call a play, youngin' gon' blitz, I'm tryna coach that ****
Toast a **** soul with the Draco, you know it's fucking real
Catch a **** lacking, hit his stomach, I think I snapped a real
Walking line on papers, people watching but I'm thugging still
Your partner died, the price up on his head, you know I paid the bill
Simping like he got it on the low, fuck the price tag
Five just hit the phone like, "You a pit, you better bite back"
Osama say, "Fuck all them bitch ass **** that can't never get they dawg back"
Go and get a runner, I just zipped 'em through my CashApp
[Verse 2]
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get the chance to leave out
Swerving in the rental tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit him with the pool play, how it go? Take a **** soul
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get the chance to leave out
Swerving in the rental tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit him with the pool play, how it go? Take a **** soul
[Verse 3]
Million dollars off a tape, but still I'll pop, ****
Ain't shit changed, I'm still a stay, I'm hollering, "Free Lil Bop, ****"
Stood up like a man up in the can and they can vouch, ****
Share the set with plenty opps and all them used to fuck with me
Bitch, you know I'm really G
RIP my **** Gee
**** hating bad, they doing sad, they want my energy
Pussy run up stupid, do him bad, empty the magazine
Draco hit that ass, he get to singing like Pleasure P
I'm just tryna be at peace, tryna sell my life on beats
I promise I ain't lying, dawg, I'm tryna put that iron down
My bank account sitting swole, might spend it all just on bodies
Piss me off and I see red, put that bag up on your motherfucking head
[Verse 4]
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get the chance to leave out
Swerving in the rental tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit him with the pool play, how it go? Take a **** soul
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get the chance to leave out
Swerving in the rental tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit him with the pool play, how it go? Take a **** soul
My bank account sitting swole, might spend it all just on bodies
Piss me off and I see red, put that bag up on your motherfucking head
Written by: Frederick Givens II, Jackie Plant Jr., Norman Payne
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