ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Performer
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Performer
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Performer
Ditta
Ditta
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Laron L. James
Laron L. James
Songwriter
Thomas Earl Simons
Thomas Earl Simons
Lyrics
Joseph Jones II
Joseph Jones II
Lyrics
Winston Thomas
Winston Thomas
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Executive Producer
Ishonthebeat
Ishonthebeat
Producer
Craig X Mclean
Craig X Mclean
Mixing Engineer
Kajun Waters
Kajun Waters
Recording Engineer
Christopher Brown
Christopher Brown
Recording Engineer
Nick Cavalieri
Nick Cavalieri
Mastering Engineer
Bobby Fisher
Bobby Fisher
Executive Producer
Brandon Jovohn Greene
Brandon Jovohn Greene
Executive Producer
Cameron Giles
Cameron Giles
Producer
Geneve
Geneve
Producer
Seon Thomas
Seon Thomas
Producer
GREG GREEN
GREG GREEN
Producer

歌詞

(Virus) my **** Virgil once said (yeah) (yeah)
Can't surf without the wave (nah) (Dipset, grrt, baow)
You gotta study the waves (study the waves)
And wait for it to break (yeah)
We been on these waters for decades (uh, yeah) (****)
We like our style (let's go) (huh)
Stick up ****, gimme the loot
Huh, yeah, huh (grrt, baow) (DJ Drama) (yeah) (skrrt)
New Ferrari for the coupe (uh)
Yeah, let's do it, look, uh (let me get 'em)
Big bro gon' shoot (baow)
It's a stick-up ****, gimme the loot, uh (yeah)
Nobody get hurt, nobody don't move (lil' bitch)
I got a new Ferrari for the coupe (skrrt)
She put a little Perky in her juice (uh)
I drunk a little liquor for the booze
(I drunk a little liquor for the booze) (yeah)
X-Men (X-Men), goof (uh)
They don't ever wanna tell 'em the truth (nah, uh)
Them bullets big, and they go all the way through (baow, baow, baow)
I put my **** in the loot
I thought I liked her but she too loose (nah)
You ain't got nothin' to do, uh (what they say?)
You caught me lackin'? ****, show me the proof, uh (Viral, ****)
Bang bang, bang bang
Hooligan, gang gang (yes sir)
Movin' those, tings tings (uh-huh)
Pulleys though, bang bang (huh)
Runnin' round with my Dips (facts)
Hunnid round in my clip (grrt)
If you runnin' dead, you get hit (baow)
Ain't dumbin' down for no bitch (fuck her)
Dipset, Dripset (whoo), baby girl, get your lips wet (nasty)
Play with us, you get your whip wet (deck it)
Let it dry if your whip wet (wetness)
Forty-five for my waist (whoa)
We get higher than space (wow)
So much diamonds in her face (babe)
So much commas in the safe (grrt)
So much balance, it ain't safe (grrt)
Fire, fire (woo), stop drop then you roll (roll)
Pop shots from the po' (whoa)
Drop tops in the cold (low)
Freezin', livers, baby, I'm brazy
Hunnid watch, spend eighty (whoa)
Huh, I be feelin' myself when I'm back in the hood
Told her, baby, that ain't my trunk, that is my hood (it's crazy, bursted)
Be ready to die when I'm back in the hood (ha) (fuck)
Ready to die when I'm back in the-, huh
What they say?
Viral, movie, virus
Big bro gon' shoot (baow)
It's a stick-up ****, gimme the loot, uh (yeah)
Nobody get hurt, nobody don't move (lil' bitch)
I got a new Ferrari for the coupe (skrrt)
She put a little Perky in her juice (uh)
I drunk a little liquor for the booze
(I drunk a little liquor for the booze) (yeah)
X-Men (X-Men), goof (uh)
They don't ever wanna tell 'em the truth (nah, uh)
Them bullets big and they go all the way through (baow, baow, baow)
I put my **** in the loot
I thought I liked her but she too loose (nah)
You ain't got nothin' to do, uh (what they say?)
You caught me lackin'? ****, show me the proof, uh (Viral, ****)
(Gangster, gangster) I don't got shooters like me
Do a drill, take a trip, OT
Hit him in his head then we surf on the beach
Got around two trip, bitches get in my heat (baow, baow, baow)
Hoes ride 'round side, are lessons
My favorite teacher used to put me in detention (ha)
**** talkin' 'bout a **** too aggressive
When you really in the field, ain't nothin' sentimental (dum-dum-dum)
Beat up on 'em like we do the instrumental
No light shots, hit him in his kennel
**** really know my head and why ain't took 'em by the pedal
We gon' fill 'em up with metal, I don't really wanna wrestle (God-damn)
Back up, head top, we gon' send him to the pastor
I beg the cunts in 'em coast, singing Casper
I'm in the field doing drills with the factors
Def' I'm a king, like you put them on a pack-up
Pussy **** better catch up
Eastside **** only here from the vest up (baow, baow-baow, baow-baow)
(They only here from the vest up)
Big bro gon' shoot (baow)
It's a stick-up ****, gimme the loot, uh (yeah)
Nobody get hurt, nobody don't move (lil' bitch)
I got a new Ferrari for the coupe (skrrt)
She put a little Perky in her juice (uh)
I drunk a little liquor for the booze
(I drunk a little liquor for the booze) (yeah)
X-Men (X-Men), goof (uh)
They don't ever wanna tell 'em the truth (nah, uh)
Them bullets big and they go all the way through (baow, baow, baow)
I put my **** in the loot
I thought I liked her but she too loose (nah)
You ain't got nothin' to do, uh (what they say?)
You caught me lackin'? ****, show me the proof, uh (Viral, ****)
Baow
(Baow)
Written by: Joseph Jones, Joseph Jones II, Laron L. James, Thomas Earl Simons, Winston Thomas, Winston Thomas Jr
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