同様の曲
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Eli Haire
Songwriter
Evan McCoy
Songwriter
Felix Manuela P Govaerts
Songwriter
Gerardo Delgado
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jackie Plant Jr.
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
ProdByEvan
Producer
AyoFlex
Producer
GD Beats
Producer
Uno Reyes
Producer
歌詞
(Uno got the streets going crazy)
Ya heard me
(Yeah)
(Evan, turn me up)
Ya heard me
Ya heard me
(Ayo, Flex, you wliding)
Ya heard me
Ya heard me
Ya heard me
Yeah
I might pull up bare face like, nigga, fuck a mask
You know I get it back in blood with my lil' shiesty ass
Okay, he talkin' on the 'net, I'm right back on his ass
(Yeah)
Every time we get a drop, you know we do the dash
Skrrt, skrrt (Okay), hold on, where the fuck the opps at?
Adderall, okay, I just got my pop back (Yeah)
Rich nigga, he still comin' through the projects
Last nigga playеd games, he got his issue, hе ain't bounce back
I might let 'em talk, but they can't fuck with us
Bob the Builder just walked in, I got this hammer tucked
I put my hood up in your face, you know I throw it up
I come three deep up in the city, who gon' play with 'em?
You know I'm 'bout mine
Raw shit
Yeah, bitch, don't look at me wrong,
I got a complex
Paranoid, I ain't the type you want some smoke with
I be standin' outside like a protest
You know I'm 'bout mine (Alright),
Raw shit
Yeah, bitch, don't look at me wrong, I got a complex
Paranoid, I ain't the type you want some smoke with
I be standin' outside like a protest
Yeah, I'm from that South, we get it in, bitch, ya heard me?
Yeah, we spin a bin and take his friend, bitch, ya heard me?
Yeah, I got my pistol right on stage, ain't got no worries
187 how we comin' in that dirty
Yeah, I tell a bitch, "Don't try to kiss me, I like ho sex"
She down to ride, she clutch my Glock, and plus her throat wet
Yeah, I ain't never been the type you want some smoke with
Chopper work a nigga ass just like a Bowflex
You know I'm 'bout mine
Raw shit
Yeah, bitch, don't look at me wrong,
I got a complex
Paranoid, I ain't the type you want some smoke with
I be standin' outside like a protest
You know I'm 'bout mine
Raw shit
Yeah, bitch, don't look at me wrong,
I got a complex
Paranoid, I ain't the type you want some smoke with
I be standin' outside like a protest
Yeah
Skrrt
Fredo Bang, he TBG
Ayy
Writer(s): Maurice Jordan, James Tapp, Fredrick Ii Givens, Eli Gerald Haire, Gerardo Delgado, Evan Gregory Mccoy, Govaerts Felix Manuela P
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