Video musicale

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antoine Banks
Antoine Banks
Songwriter
Dabeev Ilya Dmitrievich
Dabeev Ilya Dmitrievich
Songwriter
Egor Figurniak Sergeyevich
Egor Figurniak Sergeyevich
Songwriter
Tril Wil
Tril Wil
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Joe Colmenero
Joe Colmenero
Mixing Engineer
1homeboyjimmy
1homeboyjimmy
Producer
DabiProd
DabiProd
Producer

Testi

Ay, pass me a pack of Newports right quick (QRN) Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a little stressed out right now, you know? Light it up for me That's a couple hundred grand, two hundred somethin' on the dash I really came up from the bottom, if that's the question you wanna ask Aventador ridin' on a Xan', I just pray that I don't crash Your brother thuggin', raise your hands If you got get-back for your mans (okay, let's go) Rose gold Audemars for certain (that Audemars) 50 thousand, timin' perfect Project houses, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (whoa) Then let me pop a Perky Spin that - again, I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery (grrah) Spin that - again, I swear to God that that - really hurt me Oh man, here the cops come (whoop, whoop) Industry and in them streets, we really hotter than lava All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down Be fake, be the same one, next claim that they love y'all Things ain't the same, they got me traumatized They try the gang, gon' be a homicide They say I changed, that's 'cause I'm goin' through this pain I watched my cousin die Codeine, I still can't put down this drank, that's even though I tried Colgate, that's the code name for -, we serve it through the night 4K, that shit y'all seen on that camera was a seven-one (oh, oh) One K with the Christmas, I'ma buy lil' bro his favorite gun No, no, no way, I done really had to grind and climb from out the mud No Fade, I done had to switch my haircut just to dodge a charge 'Cause we livin' large Voodoo got the toughest tucked, gang with that 30 rod Up that flame that 30 shots Ain't dyin' 'bout a gun, but livin' by it, that's the art of war Finally, I'm one who really got it in a foreign car (skrrt, skrrt) Rose gold Audemars for certain (that Audemars) 50 thousand, timin' perfect Project houses, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (whoa) Then let me pop a Perky Spin that - again, I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery (grrah) Spin that - again, I swear to God that that - really hurt me Oh man, here the cops come (whoop, whoop) Industry and in them streets, we really hotter than lava All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down Be fake, be the same one, next claim that they love y'all I'm on one, I went two for two, my - out the three Throw up that four for my -, children, that's a gift Number five, add another five, standin' on our ten 11, we be dodgin' 12 with this F and N 13, I was spittin', writin' rhymes without a pen 14, I was on my grind and fresh from out the pen' 15, - up in the mind, all I know is spin Forever 16 'til the day I die, we catch and you gon' get it This is not no competition, on my own pace, and I'm winnin' These foreign cars, yeah, they pink slippin' I know that you thought they rented That's 'cause you all in my business, - go get some Benjis I know that these - envy, yellow - look like Renni (whoa, whoa) Kitchen Peezy, a chemist, a lot of - I invented (whoa, whoa) But f- it, let 'em pretend it, we slingin' iron, can't prevent it (whoa, whoa) 'Fore I leave lil' D, my lil' brother, I'll leave all these - (whoa, whoa) And all I know is the hustle, ain't slippin' 'til it's a million Rose gold Audemars for certain (that Audemars) 50 thousand, timin' perfect Project houses, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (whoa) Then let me pop a Perky Spin that - again, I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery (grrah) Spin that - again, I swear to God that that - really hurt me Oh man, here the cops come (whoop, whoop) Industry and in them streets, we really hotter than lava All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down Be fake, be the same one, next claim that they love y'all (Dabi, you'll make 'em proud)
Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, William Dobard, Egor Sergeyevich, Dabeev Dmitrievich, Antoine Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out