クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kalan.FrFr
Kalan.FrFr
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kalan Montgomery
Kalan Montgomery
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paupa
Paupa
Producer

歌詞

[Verse 1]
For real
[Verse 2]
**** talk tough till that phone call
**** rockin' with that funny bowl of smoke, nah
Little bitch on that dick, better not choke now
Chuck pull up with the cookie, ****, smoke sum10
You ain't get no money, ****, show somethin'
You ain't get no money, ****, blow somethin'
Boy, you ain't no shoota, ****, smoke sum10
Smoke sum10, pour somethin'
[Verse 3]
**** flexin' when they really with it
If a **** got an issue, tell 'em come and get it
I'm a real cold crackers, we got hella digits, yo
I'm a real soul snatcher, I got  hella vision, yo
I know the plug, I get P's at a good price
My **** Nalas got them good swipes
I can trick on your bitch 'cause I juug right
I down south with that sticky, it's a good night
I'm your favorite rapper, favorite rapper, he won't tell you, though
I'm your favorite trapper, favorite trapper, I move hella poke
Nickname the Trap, Fairfax, I got hella dope
Any **** say they want beef, I want all the smoke
****'s thinkin' they about shit
You little **** gonna get popped off this cloud shit
I don't even leave the house with a stock clip, ****, we do mop sticks
Pull up bringin' chop shit, for real
[Verse 4]
**** talk tough till that phone call
**** rockin' with that funny bowl of smoke, nah
Little bitch on that dick, better not choke now
Chuck pull up with the cookie, ****, smoke sum10
You ain't get no money, ****, show somethin'
You ain't get no money, ****, blow somethin'
Boy, you ain't no shoota, ****, smoke sum10
Smoke sum10 (Smoke sum10) pour somethin', yeah
[Verse 5]
Alphabet boys, we'll break the f'in ears out
Glad bags, zip the pack up and send the kids out
**** lookin' for me, I'll be chillin' at your bitch house
Boy, you better not kiss her, I been all up in your bitch mouth
Real **** from the real gang, I do real shit
Real monsters on this real Fendi, I got real stress
Big 40 on me, you can't lift it with a forklift
Big chains, big whips, mama on the Forbes list
Yo, Wally, tell me why these **** on my dick, bro
Murda, tell me why these **** on my dick, bro
I kept it real, tell me what these **** swish for?
A **** pocket watchin' so I gotta keep a big pole
Neck froze, wrist froze, red bottle of Kickstart
**** sleepin' on me, I can guarantee that bitch know
Ever go broke, then I'm back to hit, kick those
Real P, get dope, get it out your bitch, though
[Verse 6]
**** talk tough till that phone call
**** rockin' with that funny bowl of smoke, nah
Little bitch on that dick, better not choke now
Chuck pull up with the cookie, ****, smoke sum10
You ain't get no money, ****, show somethin'
You ain't get no money, ****, blow somethin' (Blow somethin')
Boy, you ain't no shoota, ****, smoke sum10
Smoke sum10 (Smoke sum10) pour somethin', yeah
Written by: Kalan.FrFr
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