Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Vocals
UNORDINARYBEATS
Performer
Noah Obasi
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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Songwriter
Noah Obasi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slade Kovacs
Co-Producer
Adrian Jackson
Co-Producer
Dante Swan
Producer
Testi
Catch me running with my blick
'Cause Dallas traffic got me pissed
I wave this burner, Rezzy Potter
Doing magic with that stick
I'm toting missiles by the fistful
Never low on ammunition
Throwing dick up in that bitch
And throwing opponents in them ditches
Hella wicked
Yeah, they call me Young Takeshi with it
Altered Carbon, that's a great watch
Y'all should probably call the tech support
I got a fucker lagging from a faceshot
Here to bomb 'em with a rocket launcher
Probably caught his brother with a Nadeshot
Rocking a gun with a tank top
Walking 'em down, now my face hot
Told her, "Shake it, but don't break it
Hol' up, baby, they know"
Fuck the fake and fuck a lane
I'm tryna shake the table
Hunnid rounds, I got it stuffed up in my britches
Hunt him down, if someone saw it
Then we're coming for the witness
Got my Glock, I'm crossing them state lines
Bullet float, it got hangtime
Stunna flow and that bass line
Got my dobie throwing up gang signs
I don't fuck around, I'm no hero
Got folks absorbing my steelo
RIP Metal Face, I'm on to better places
With a cult to go with my ego
Catch me running with my blick
'Cause Dallas traffic got me pissed
I wave this burner, Rezzy Potter
Doing magic with that stick
I'm toting missiles by the fistful
Never low on ammunition
Throwing dick up in that bitch
And throwing opponents in them ditches
Hella wicked
Yeah, they call me Young Takeshi with it
Altered Carbon, that's a great watch
Y'all should probably call the tech support
I got a fucker lagging from a faceshot
Here to bomb 'em with a rocket launcher
Probably caught his brother with a Nadeshot
Rocking a gun with a tank top
Walking 'em down, now my face hot
Told her, "Shake it, but don't break it
Hol' up, baby, they know"
Fuck the fake and fuck a lane
I'm tryna shake the table
Hunnid rounds, I got it stuffed up in my britches
Hunt him down, if someone saw it
Then we're coming for the witness
Written by: Noah Obasi, do not resurrect