ミュージックビデオ

特集

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slatt Zy
Slatt Zy
Rap
Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Rap
Young Cutta
Young Cutta
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taizion Vinson
Taizion Vinson
Composer
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
Composer
Lontrell Williams
Lontrell Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Cutta
Young Cutta
Producer
Christian “Scientist” Perez
Mixing Engineer
Salvador "Fatol Flow" Majail
Salvador "Fatol Flow" Majail
Engineer
Andre "Drizza Don" Bridges
Andre "Drizza Don" Bridges
Engineer
Ian Sefchick
Ian Sefchick
Mastering Engineer
Christian Mármol Pérez
Christian Mármol Pérez
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

These diamonds won't chill, why the fuck would I chill? I'm poppin' my shit, give a fuck how you feel She ride on the dick, but she ain't got no wheels Been dead for a minute, the fuck can I live? Forgetting my memory, poppin' these X A mouthful of diamonds, that's why she gets wet Don't get near this car, we got choppas and TEC's She gon' crash on the gang, it's gon' turn to a wreck I'm in the projects, designer my jeans Hi-Tech my cup and I'm gon' on a bean She were fuckin' my brother, she fuckin' the team But that ain't my concern, she just chasin' her drеam I was down on my ass, man, they ain't give me shit I see shе won't fuck 'cause I'm flashin' my wrist Take a piss on yo' block 'cause I know where y'all been My first year in the game, get the fuck off my dick Roll down the window on hood, I'ma fly He claim these streets, he ain't comin' outside Caught the nigga slippin' at the gas station, he was high Middle school first year, we was tryna steal ties Know how I feel when I get on these pills Activist activate go on a drill Cartier lenses get foggy as hell But I reach for my Glock to put two in his head Go out of town and I fuck up the road Pop me a Perc' and I pop me a dro Nd' death 'round the corner, I'm new in these clothes Exposed to street like before I was four Tryna look good, wanna cop me a jacket These bitches ain't shit with a lion as a pet I'ma flex on a bitch when I hop off the jet If I fuck with you bitch, better know that you blessed These diamonds won't chill, why the fuck would I chill? I'm poppin' my shit, give a fuck how you feel She ride on the dick, but she ain't got no wheels Been dead for a minute, the fuck can I live? Forgetting my memory, poppin' these X A mouthful of diamonds, that's why she gets wet Don't get near this car, we got choppas and TEC's She gon' crash on the gang, it's gon' turn to a wreck I'm in the projects, designer my jeans Hi-Tech my cup and I'm gon' on a bean She were fuckin' my brother, she fuckin' the team But that ain't my concern, she just chasin' her dream I was down on my ass, man, they ain't give me shit I see she won't fuck 'cause I'm flashin' my wrist Take a piss on yo' block 'cause I know where y'all been My first year in the game, get the fuck off my dick Aye Aye, fuck yo' gang and fuck yo' clique Automatic choppa, I start shootin' 'til it clicks Hop out on feet, rollin' down with the glick If he havin' more than ten pounds, he a lick I took care of my nigga for life and he snitched I went on about it I ain't callin' no quits All of that danger, it came with the life that I live Blue tips in the FN clip, got chill I'm drivin' too fast, hope my cup don't spill If you don't wanna slime his ass out I will In the trap I remember the drought got real Enough bout his eye let yo' claim they killed On my block I'm the only one famous from here Lil' hard, you know, we got big bundles in here I'm tryna whack yo' whole gang less than a year I ain't met no nigga can put me in fear These diamonds won't chill, why the fuck would I chill? I'm poppin' my shit, give a fuck how you feel She ride on the dick, but she ain't got no wheels Been dead for a minute, the fuck can I live? Forgetting my memory, poppin' these X A mouthful of diamonds, that's why she gets wet Don't get near this car, we got choppas and TEC's She gon' crash on the gang, it's gon' turn to a wreck I'm in the projects, designer my jeans Hi-Tech my cup and I'm gon' on a bean She were fuckin' my brother, she fuckin' the team But that ain't my concern, she just chasin' her dream I was down on my ass, man, they ain't give me shit I see she won't fuck 'cause I'm flashin' my wrist Take a piss on yo' block 'cause I know where y'all been My first year in the game, get the fuck off my dick
Writer(s): Henry Lotas-sherratt, Lontrell Williams, Taizion Vinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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