Video musicale

Video musicale

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
ThaRealTinnyy
ThaRealTinnyy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phillip Skipper
Phillip Skipper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FatBoiBeats
FatBoiBeats
Producer

Testi

This bitch called me for a package. Bought that baggie, I get active. Place your order, I’m gonna
pack it, yeah. All about that cabbage, ****, I be chasing it. Get bread, that’s automatic, bullets
where your facial at. The feds in my room, but it’s okay ‘cause I’m gonna make it back.
ThaRealTinnyy. I say, look. LAX, jump off the plane. I’m with the locs in Cali. I’m throwing Cs but
chasing green, bitch call me for a package. Bought that baggie, I get active. Place your order,
I’m gonna pack it, yeah. All about that cabbage, ****, I be chasing it. Get bread, that’s
automatic, bullets where your facial at. The feds in my room, but it’s okay ‘cause I’m gonna
make it back.
Had to fall back, I can’t fuck with dude, he spoke up on that shit like get ’em whacked. Bitch, I
feel like Boo, might drop it on your clique. Might drop it on your bitch if she get in my mix. I
bought a 40 pack but still told the plug to throw me 10. Want that chrome .40 back so I can slap
it with a switch. Chrome .40 back so I can—
Look, Naz Nation, **** imitate ‘cause of all that hating. They hanging with a rat, but dissing
us, that shit outdated. I’m trying to get a plaque, tell brother Chub just be patient. We gonna
make it with this rapping, if we don’t, bows in the basement.
Ricky died, they ain’t fuck with nothing, so I can’t fuck with them. Too much speaking on my
brother, two months later they got slumped. They want me back up in that carbon, Smash told
me don’t be dumb. Dead ops go in this blunt. Dead ops go in this…
In that foreign, we stay with motion. Play, you get fucked over. Fuck him, what I told him,
reminiscing about my soldier. My grandma say,
“You better watch the people that you’re close
to.
” The real pain and hurt come from the ones you love the most.
But I’m a G, bitch, I’m back in that mode. Really turned off selling bows. Youngin told me get a
load then push the button and he on go. Hood turned their back, a couple **** stayed the
same for sure. Up that flame and let it blow, he had a name but not no more.
Yeah, they be changing on a ****, you heard? You know a **** like me, shit, I keep that shit
down, you heard? Stand on the whole team, you heard? By myself, you heard? Yeah. You know
how that shit going though. Yeah. Ghost town shit. Free D.
LAX, jump off the plane. I’m with the locs in Cali. I’m throwing Cs but chasing green, bitch call
me for a package. Bought that baggie, I get active. Place your order, I’m gonna pack it, yeah. All
about that cabbage, ****, I be chasing it. Get bread, that’s automatic, bullets where your facial
at. The feds in my room, but it’s okay ‘cause I’m gonna make it back.
Had to fall back, I can’t fuck with dude, he spoke up on that shit like get ’em whacked. Bitch, I
feel like Boo, might drop it on your clique. Might drop it on your bitch if she get in my mix. I
bought a 40 pack but still told the plug to throw me 10. Want that chrome .40 back so I can slap
it with a switch. Chrome .40 back so I can— hrrr.
Written by: Phillip Skipper
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