クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rackz LC
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rackz LC
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
VVS Melody
Producer
Flarez Official
Producer
Milo Vlessing
Producer
歌詞
Feeling pissed, going on a glide
Someone's dead, yeah, someone's dead tonight
Pour a four, yeah, it's only right
Free my ****, yeah, they're up inside
Yeah, it's by my side
Pocket rocket, yeah, it's by my side
Yeah, it's by my side
Pocket rocket, yeah, it's by my side
And we was trapping on a rainy day
And bro got shells that will fade away
Any estate, do it broad day, do it on the mains
I got love for all my people
Or racks on racks for my people
This bisshead moving so evil
Injecting himself with needles
Never lacking on the pavement
Adrenaline rush is amazing, amazing
Chasing these guys Rambo, chiefing
Lacag I'm earning, only right that I step with a Nina
Be wary of people, gotta be wary of your own people
I was posted in Armani, I was frassed off Bacardi
Shorty tried fuck with the Malis, told her slide shorty
You can slide with a friend, leaning, I'm sipping, wallahi
Packet from Heathrow, Stevie keep on calling asking me when is the reload
Twenty-eight G's, though
I was up in the T, baking right off with a fiend
They can't relate, jump out the wraith
Sipping codeine and I'm barely awake
My younger move mad, yeah, he going insane
Catch an opp, do the dash, why you moving, Usain?
Up in the street, slanging this heat
Moving on to and I'm moving low key
They can't fuck with the gang, they can't fuck with LC
Fuck with the gang, they can't fuck with LC
Feeling pissed, going on a glide
Someone's dead, yeah, someone's dead tonight
Pour a four, yeah, it's only right
Free my ****, yeah, they're up inside
Yeah, it's by my side
Pocket rocket, yeah, it's by my side
Yeah, it's by my side
Pocket rocket, yeah, it's by my side
Shooting these shots like a fade away
A fade away
Baddy, she dressed up in lingerie
Heart it done broke and decayed, I pray
Beef for no reason, Habad steady heated
One shot in your chest take your heart away
Sipping Tesina, my brody, a preacher
Man, fuck it, I'll learn it the harder way
Who's got beef with the team?
Amiri's, they fit, got Balmain in the team
My broski slide through with a bottle of lean
Now we're sipping it up till the morning, can't sleep
Pour a four on the strip just vibing
Can't trust 'cause these **** steady lining
It was me and Silva just grinding
Lacag we lost, made it back, now we're shining
All them late nights going up on the M way
Thinking 'bout all of the hate and the envy
Man opp as they really wan' tempt me
And the cops, they wanna arrest me
Ah-ah, came to their block and it's vacant
Ah-ah, Cali packed, took a vacation
Taking these meds, I'm in love with my TECs
And my younger, he's coming for you
****, don't trip but your heartbeat went skip
When you heard that the Habad for you
Walalo, he lurking around everyday for a opp boy
No, he can't confuse
Aim up this stick and just go take the piss on these ****
Go make 'em a fool
Feeling pissed, going on a glide
Someone's dead, yeah, someone's dead tonight
Pour a four, yeah, it's only right
Free my ****, yeah, they're up inside
Yeah, it's by my side
Pocket rocket, yeah, it's by my side
Yeah, it's by my side
Pocket rocket, yeah, it's by my side
Written by: Rackz LC