ミュージックビデオ

特集

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simone Di Franco
Simone Di Franco
Songwriter
Traevon Isaiah Walker
Traevon Isaiah Walker
Songwriter
Tril Wil
Tril Wil
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
Victor Ferreira
Victor Ferreira
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CxbGoCrazy
CxbGoCrazy
Mixing Engineer
Simo Fre
Simo Fre
Producer
Vicky Ferri
Vicky Ferri
Producer
Xclusive
Xclusive
Producer

歌詞

(Xclusive made this) (Yo Vicky) (Simo Fre just killed this) Gas station, dirty up the soda bottle When I went over your love, I thought I hit the lotto I say, "Through the mud, I had to walk, nobody followed" Just found some broken Fendi goggles in my Redeye (skrrt, Redeye) Poured out a broken Henny bottle for the dead guys (dead guys) 10.27, my whole roster duckin' fed' time (coo-coo) We be steady steppin', wet they block up, make the headline Glocks and Smith & Wessons All my weapons came with led lights (uh-huh, grrah) Hundred thousand dollars on the necklace shine, no headlight (yeah) I just got a feti' for that fetish Chase them dead guys I know she wonder why I vanish I had to, to get my head right I'm at war, baby, it ain't no right or wrong (I'm at war, baby) She always ask me Why do I be in the streets and clutchin' chrome (ayy, uh) Uh, ambulance truck, not tryna see them bust my dome (oh) Okay, okay, I just wish they leave me 'lone Before I signed a deal, I kinda wished that I had mattered You know Lul Tim, he shoot to kill We let some shots off at whoever (grrah, grrah) Big ratchet in my pants, I do my dance with my Beretta We bust straight static at your mans we put him up Bitch, I'm the Devil Homicidal thought, bled on the streets and not a stretcher All this mud on my feet, baby, I'm nothin' like the rest That one wrong move'll get you shot I pray to God I'm not next up My pain run deeper than the deepest and you got the best of it Just lay on my chest hon' Just found some broken Fendi goggles in my Redeye (skrrt, Redeye) Poured out a broken Henny bottle for the dead guys (dead guys) 10.27, my whole roster duckin' fed' time (coo-coo) We be steady steppin', wet they block up, make the headline Glocks and Smith & Wessons All my weapons came with led lights (uh-huh, grrah) Hundred thousand dollars on the necklace shine, no headlight (yeah) I just got a feti' for that fetish Chase them dead guys I know she wonder why I vanish I had to, to get my head right
Writer(s): Traevon Walker, Victor Ferreira, Simone Di Franco, Tril Will Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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