ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Ferg
A$AP Ferg
Vocals
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darold Brown
Darold Brown
Songwriter
Lexus Lewis
Lexus Lewis
Songwriter
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lex Luger
Lex Luger
Producer
John Terrell
John Terrell
Recording Engineer
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

[Verse 1]
Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle
He would listen to Wu-Tang 'fore walkin' in the jungle
Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife, hope he don't cut you
With a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he get in tussles
(And he will)
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang (And he will)
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang (And he will)
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang (And he will)
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Life will work out, how he turned out
Grand Daddy tried to help him, but he burned out
He screamed, lazy fucker, won't you try to get a job?
Block party with the hoochies turned out
They were dancers, sweat they perm out
If they scream, we got beef, he would handle with no prob
Cologne and liquor was his odor
Fragrance of a ridin' soldier
ODB was his persona
He was high on Mars
Forty ounce and then some marijuana
When grandma died from pneumonia
Now his life a roller coaster
Put that shit on God!
[Verse 3]
(And he will)
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang (And he will)
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang (And he will)
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang (And he will)
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
Bruh, I miss my crack head uncle
Sold him dope in by the bundles
Draw down on him, his own gun though
Fuck about family, where's my hundo?
Fo' my clip go knock-knock zero
Fake **** talkin' 'bout Q ain't real
18, slingin' that Coupe de Ville
Young ****, young ****, move that dope
Young **** might get killed
'Cause I ain't payin' my bills
Heat make the beef get grilled
Twelve years clutchin' that steel
Poppin' **** more than them pills
Pistol under sheet when I sleep
Body **** like I do beats
I ain't talkin' 'bout my uncle, this me
Made another million this week
Swagger make a Billy look cheap
I'm the reason why yo mamma OD'd
I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep
Now you wanna talk about peace
Get the bitches off of these streets
Wonder why you rubbin' her feet
If you got high off of what I sold?
How his teeth platinum when he on shit row
Big belly bottle, I could still get throwed
Leave a **** flat till his body get towed
Sad that the curb got closed
Leave him wit' a hole in his skull
[Verse 5]
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
Written by: Darold Brown, Darold Ferguson, Lexus Lewis, Quincy Hanley
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