クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
S3nsi Molly
S3nsi Molly
Performer
Lil Brook
Lil Brook
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brooklyn Bolden
Brooklyn Bolden
Composer
Marissa White
Marissa White
Composer
Ricardo Lamarre
Ricardo Lamarre
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RicoBeats
RicoBeats
Producer
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Recording Engineer
Joshua "Turn Me Up Josh" Samuel
Joshua "Turn Me Up Josh" Samuel
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

Rico's going crazy again
Ayy, haha, go
Rack up, wrap it, take it out (Work)
Ayy
Got the bag off of trappin' and cashed out at Lenox
Whole lot of money, said fuck it and spent it
Ride down your block with them straps, windows tinted
Ride down your block with them MAC's, we gon' spin it
Spin for a bend, we gon' take him out
Bag him like trash, gotta take him out
Wrap up the work in the trap, gotta ship it out
Glocks do the talkin', no time, we can't hear him out
Ayy, takin' my shot like a free throw
Bust down a bitch, she a freak ho
Reach for your chain, takin' shit like Deebo
Ayy, pop out, it's us at your peephole
Ayy, ice on my neck like a glacier
Slide on a bitch like a skater
Just fuck on a ho, no, we can't date her
Skrrt, drop her off, see you later, ayy
Yeah, she a stripper, I throw her them ones
Bust down a bitch, she be fuckin' for fun
Whole city hate me, I ride with them guns
If it was beef, just know that it's done
Hit Sour Matt with the gas, he gon' pull up and serve me
End up with your name on a shirt like a jersey
Two shots to his head, leave him cold like a turkey
Get the work in the morning, I'm trappin' real early
All of that typin' with nothin' to say
Pull up, I'm bustin', I pop out with K's
Black mask on my face so I can't catch a case
Wanted that smoke so I gave 'em it laced
Got the bag off of trappin' and cashed out at Lenox
Whole lot of money, said fuck it and spent it
Ride down your block with them straps, windows tinted
Ride down your block with them MAC's, we gon' spin it
Spin for a bend, we gon' take him out
Bag him like trash, gotta take him out
Wrap up the work in the trap, gotta ship it out
Glocks do the talkin', no time, we can't hear him out
Run up on opps, we gon' lay 'em down (Get down)
I'm fuckin' that bitch, she make a lot of sound (Huh?)
Bitch wanna fight, put the guns down
Pull up to the show, send a lot of rounds
My **** a demon, send his ass to a dog pound
We got them sticks, we gon' pop out
I left that show and we got all the Glocks out
Just for them bands, we gon' pull up and rock out
Reach for that chain, you can't run, you get knocked down
Bitch gon' fuck, she on go
Ran out of 'Woods, send her ass to the store
Exotic pop, I'ma pour me a four
We ran out the back 'cause the feds at the door
She got a fat ass, I'ma smack that
On the way to the top, we don't backtrack
Got all them drugs in the backpack
A band for a show, let 'em have that
Fake ass chain, I'ma snatch that
I send that bitch to go break down a brick
They call up Lil Brook 'cause I stay with the stick
I fuck on that ho for one night, then I switch (Go)
We catch an opp, he get thrown in a ditch
Gucci shoes, I be spinnin' them bends
After the show, I might fuck on a fan
Pull up in LA and I hop out a van
Give her a Perc', now it's makin' her dance
Fuck on a bitch in the traphouse
Got money, I'm a high school dropout
We see the opps, now we en route
All at your door with them guns out
All that rap shit ain't fun now
Got the bag off of trappin' and cashed out at Lenox
Whole lot of money, said fuck it and spent it
Ride down your block with them straps, windows tinted
Ride down your block with them MAC's, we gon' spin it
Spin for a bend, we gon' take him out
Bag him like trash, gotta take him out
Wrap up the work in the trap, gotta ship it out
Glocks do the talkin', no time, we can't hear him out
Written by: Brooklyn Bolden, Marissa White, Ricardo Lamarre
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