Video musicale

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Amiri
Rich Amiri
Vocals
Layze
Layze
Vocals
Jace Salter
Jace Salter
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Rembe
Alexander Rembe
Composer
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Composer
Elijah Policard
Elijah Policard
Songwriter
Jace Salter
Jace Salter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Edgard Noel Herrera
Edgard Noel Herrera
Mixing Engineer
Mista
Mista
Producer
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer

Testi

One and only Diamonds flooded (flooded), cup muddy (muddy) Bad bitches (let's go), they all tryna fuck me (fuck me) Pot, whip it, got the trap jumpin' (jumpin', let's go) Say that he gon' kill me, uh, that boy ain't on nothin' Promise I know that you bluffin', yeah (let's go) Gon' kill me, let's get this shit started (let's go) That chopper gon' aim at your muffin, yeah My toolie shootin' the farthest (uh-huh) No, I ain't fuck with the fussin', yeah Drop a lil' tape, and it charted (yeah, let's go) And I'm smokin' on that good gas You would think somebody farted (baow, baow, baow, baow) I love that bitch and her hood ass, I took that ho off the market If you got shit, then we took that I'm robbin', I'm gettin' it started (started, yeah) What's that on your back? It's a target I'm drippin' down, I'm in Prada garments (oh, let's go) I'm ridin' 'round in a Charger, wide-body too big, can't park it Push to start, no keys to start it (okay, let's go) I'm with the gang, we go live, we go retarded (yeah) Then we pull up to your block and get it sparkin' (sparkin', yeah) And they say Amiri hot, somethin' like arson (yeah) Somethin' like, yeah Diamonds flooded (flooded), cup muddy (muddy) Bad bitches, they all tryna fuck me Pot, whip it, got the trap jumpin' (jumpin') Say that he gon' kill me, uh, that boy ain't on nothin' Trap jumpin', cut 'em off when they start to act funny Bro just went big body Benz, I went big body Beamer We havin' 'em runnin' Like only time can tell Never thought I would turn nothin' to somethin' And they wanna see me in hell 50 on the drum, you don't want the dumpin' He tryna say he gon' spin over here, but we know he on none ('rari) I don't know why you keep bluffin', yeah I'm finna make him a new target I'm finna fuck her, but not finna cuff her, yeah Puttin' shit up like a sergeant I'm talkin' brand-new Beamer, yeah, hop in that bitch, ain't no pardon I'm finna hop in my car, I push to start it (start it) I done came a long-ass way, look what I started (started) Bitch buggin', she Casamigo chuggin' (chuggin') She say it ain't nothin', she Louis V stuntin' (stuntin') Diamonds flooded (okay, let's go), cup muddy (okay, let's go) Bad bitches (okay, let's go), they all tryna fuck me (okay, let's go) Pot, whip it, got the trap jumpin' Say that he gon' kill me, uh, that boy ain't on nothin' (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
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