Concerti in programma per 1nonly & Freddie Dredd

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
1nonly
1nonly
Performer
Freddie Dredd
Freddie Dredd
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Fuller
Nathan Fuller
Composer
Ryan Chassels
Ryan Chassels
Composer
Patrick Alexander Hall
Patrick Alexander Hall
Composer
Emanuel Felipe Silva De Oliviera
Emanuel Felipe Silva De Oliviera
Lyrics
David Wilson
David Wilson
Lyrics
Caleb Thomas Wilson
Caleb Thomas Wilson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1nonly
1nonly
Mixing Engineer
27amigo
27amigo
Producer
Dwilly
Dwilly
Producer
EF
EF
Producer

Testi

(dwilly I'm scared)
I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit'
Dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on grailed
Ya-ya whole crew gon' die
My whole crew gon' slide, I wish you well
Wish that you would try
W-Wanna get supplied just ring the bell
Ring the bell, ring the, r-ring the bell
So much paper on me, bitch
That you would think I'm checkin' mail
G-Gettin high smokin' 'til I leave
P-P-Push up on me pop that .9, watch me bullet feed
I think I'm late, I'm checkin' that time
Private driver parkin' out front
Wantin' that pic better stand in line
Double R phantom outside
Backseat riding ridin' with stars look up
I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope
And double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on grailed
I cannot stand a motha fucka runnin' up on me
I get it quickly we set in stone my family
Doomshop killas standin' on a silly set ya heard (Ya heard)
Bullets like a bird they flyin' through ya fuckin church
I wonder why you crying steady hatin' steady lying (Lying)
You said you tough, but yous a pussy now ya ass is fryin' (Fryin')
I'm loaded up, I'm steady aiming at you fucking bitches
I swear I love these switches pull the trigger rest in pieces
I walk the walk, I talk the talk and I will prove it to ya
I'm 289, I'm 186, the Freddie make ya piss
I done a lot of shit to make it where I got like this
Dug my way from the dirt and now the Freddie's pissed
Ya run around ya hit the ground and now ya pleadin', baby
I cannot give no extra credit 'cause I'm fuckin shady
I stay up in the shadows demons creeps and body's shallow
I always want the battle hear the sound the death rattle
I got paper in this duffel, you got problems I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on grailed
(dwilly I'm scared)
Written by: Caleb Thomas Wilson, David Wilson, Emanuel Felipe Silva De Oliviera, Nathan Fuller, Patrick Alexander Hall, Ryan Chassels
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