Video musicale

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bino Rideaux
Bino Rideaux
Performer
Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Performer
D Sims
D Sims
Programming
Basobeats
Basobeats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Rainey
Brandon Rainey
Composer
Daniel Simmons
Daniel Simmons
Composer
Basil von Stietencron
Basil von Stietencron
Composer
Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D Sims
D Sims
Producer
Basobeats
Basobeats
Producer
William Binderup
William Binderup
Mixing Engineer

Testi

You know my vibe too incredible, yeah I thought I told you, you a federal, yeah They try to treat you like an animal, yeah Dime piece, this bitch look edible, yeah Hope you got your fire, I got several, yeah Hope you ain't gon' buy what they sellin' you Yeah, that dope can be a lie, what I'm tellin' you You know I had to leave you 'lone, I was failin' you, hmm That pussy good, it be bailin' you, hmm You ain't no wife, I can't forever you, yeah Don't touch my Sprite, you know it's medical, hmm You know I do what he'd never do, hmm Go against my guys, they gon' level you You know they droppin' shit outside, it's a festival Ain't nothin' between us in that ride, tryna serve somethin' Murder in my vide, it's a burden He talkin' 'bout killings, I ain't heard nothin' Keep talkin' 'bout bitches, I ain't heard nothin' I keep dancin' with the devil Diamond on that bitch because she special You know I got that extra for you You know my vibe too incredible, yeah I thought I told you, you a federal, yeah They try to treat you an animal, yeah Dime piece, this bitch look edible, yeah Hope you got your fire, I got several, yeah Hope you ain't gon' buy what they sellin' you Yeah, that dope can be a lie, what I'm tellin' you You know I had to leave you 'lone, I was failin' you Energy on my name, it was the Mafia, the Mexicans At twenty-nine, up in solitary, stressin' it If you ain't tryna catch a body, why you message me? All this hatin', what you makin', what the question is? Tried to press the button on me, but it never work Diamonds on me break dancin', niggas hella hurt I like 80 thousand cash and a weapon on me I know I'm gettin' it, but don't ask if I'm from California Oh, you mad 'cause I got a song with Aubrey? He got hit with a hundred, you can check his autopsy Fundraisin' your friend's dad, that's y'all problem I ain't goin' back and forth with no imposters, uh You know my vibe too incredible, yeah I thought I told you, you a federal, yeah They try to treat you like an animal, yeah Dime piece, this bitch look edible, yeah Hope you got your fire, I got several, yeah Hope you ain't gon' buy what they sellin' you Yeah, that dope can be a lie, what I'm tellin' you You know I had to leave you 'lone, I was failin' you Hope you got your fire, I got several, yeah Hope you ain't gon' buy what they sellin' you Yeah, that dope can be a lie, what I'm tellin' you You know I had to leave you 'lone, I was failin' you You know I had to leave you 'lone, I was failin' you You know I had to leave you 'lone, I was failin' you
Writer(s): Brandon Rainey, Daniel Simpson, Basil Von Stietencron, Darrell Caldwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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