クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tud
Tud
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Smith
Chad Smith
Songwriter
Jérôme Lambert
Jérôme Lambert
Songwriter
Pablo Santiago
Pablo Santiago
Songwriter
John Cromwell
John Cromwell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Fiyaa
DJ Fiyaa
Producer

歌詞

Whooooo!
We ride we ride out
Bx We Ready!!!
We ride we ride out
Delateni:
Don't go sharing big plans with the dream killers
Ain't no vision for the broke and we see figures
Straight paper can't be trying to short the weed dealers
Be careful with the Fentanyl we all seen thriller
Perception on your gram make you seem realer
You still a dirty **** thru a clean mirror (****)
Leave that drilling to the youngins
Make your momma cry then reply who's cutting onions
Biggest flex 10 years never went back
Rikers island that cap get your chin tapped.
Co Bitches love me like im rick james
Lights out, knife out for that squid game
Homies in the yard sending kites with your benz tag
**** out your house pulling rifles out the gym bag.
Shit get sticky when your in the mix.
Live to tell about it that's a hit or miss.
Quickdraw:
It's that late night early morn,
Money shit that i be on champagne popping
Finish line of the marathon
In my prime time delivery like amazon
Neon 95 mid game shooting the basketball
Time flies see who your real friends after all
Loyalty natural there you ain't have to call
Mac upgrade but ain't travel to the apple store
Spun her back and forth road trips to tampa florida
Party by the week on my way back tomorrow
Clicked up with T.U.D the business back in order
Bout to spas on this disc like a back disorder
Think your bitch coming back cause the bag you brought her
Double dusse colada gotta outta normal
With the girls mixing grabba with the marijuana
We some angreesoldiers might take your corners
Avon and marlow yeah yeah.
T.U.D
Back seat of my keep let’s swing a episode
THE SAME BACK SEAT I’ll let the weapon unload
If I pull it before you pull yours
The lord will hand u a brochure give you the full tour
Gores on my feet when the snow hit
Ya bitch on my dick when the summer pop
She wanna talk but her number blocked
(ha ha ha)
I couldn’t stop if I wanted to stop
And the beatings I been giving I know you want it to stop
The invisible bully
Two in ya skully
One in ya hoodie
You never thought he could be
But could he
Be the Bronx savior
Purple tape love
With gold like Lebron’s Lakers
And I don’t got haters
I got **** who be in their feelings and think I owe em a favor
Be on ya best behavior like you at church wit ya moms
Get crucified nails dispersed thru ya palms
Barksdale
Uh!
Who let the psycho out the looney bin
Rich **** pistol whip you go head and sue me then
Barksdale we moving in either you **** move out
Or never move again...
I'm putting workers on the corner shooters on the back block
Fuck one house this whole town is a crack spot
Rounds that the mac got i hollow out a hard head
I read the bible eye for an eye that what god said
Ya'll **** made ya'll bed yeah you know the saying
But before you lay in it i'll come and clap you while your praying
Loyalty is decaying most these **** is goofy
My car worth more than it looks i bulletproof the hooptie
Go head and try to shoot me i'm laughing on the inside
When paper soldiers in trouble that's when angreemen ride
It's favor for a favor from 5 to the eden and if that ain't enough i'll have them vernon boys tweaking you dig me BARKSDALE!
Written by: Chad Smith, John Cromwell, Jérôme Lambert, Pablo Santiago
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