クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saxkboy KD
Rap
That Mexican OT
Vocals
Docplayboi
Programming
808Ked
Programming
Keymaker Beats
Programming
TP808
Programming
Ayoza
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khalil Dean
Composer
VIRGIL GAZCA
Composer
Greg Davenport
Composer
Elijah Gull
Composer
Kedrick Smith
Composer
Joshua Friedman
Composer
Tiquan Pryor
Composer
Isiah Carter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Docplayboi
Producer
808Ked
Producer
Keymaker Beats
Producer
TP808
Producer
Ayoza
Producer
Abel Garibaldi
Mixing Engineer
Max Steger
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Daniel Evans
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Caleb C4 Albarado
Recording Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Nate Mingo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer
歌詞
Tick tock, tick tock
You're running out of time
Spin 'round the block and my shooters gon' slide
Tick tock, tick tock
You're running out of time
Time is money and there's money on my mind
Said he gon' kill who?
**** just talking
Sliding on who?
These **** still walking
Shooting at who?
I ain't hear shit sparking
These **** ain't sparking
Said he gon' kill who?
**** just talking
Sliding on who?
These **** still walking
Shooting at who?
I ain't hear shit sparking
Boom, boom, boom
Gang put him in a coffin
I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch
When I dated a bitch
They ain't cut me no slack
They fucked her
I had a heart, but they ripped it to pieces
Now I invested the rest in these duffels
I know it take time but I ain't wasting mine on shit
You want me?
First send me some money
It took some time to write up some rhymes like this
Now look at me trigga, I'm on it
Spitting dem facts
Hop in the Benz and I pop me a 10
I'm all in the back where the seats lay back
Told her mistreat me again and I'm fucking her friends and recording them
That's just that
Thinking they gangsta, they throwing them slugs
Okay one text and I'm getting him wacked
Like it's subliminal
Make him lay in his bushes
Get rid of him
I'm phenomenal
A magician I clap three times and he gone
Fuck 'em
He ain't standing on bidness, he a errand boy that clean shit up in the trap
Miss them?
Fuck it, we sending you wit 'em
Hit 'em
45 colt shooting missiles
If you wearing my jewelry, you victim
I don't give a fuck 'bout who else wit 'em
Split 'em
Dead man, dead man, dead man,,R.I.P
I got 10 on 'em, work clean, come get dis prize
Please don't waste my time, I'll lose my mind
Shit, everybody hit
Get caught lackin' and shoot 'em in his shit
Huh
Then burry them sticks
Said he gon' kill who?
**** just talking
Sliding on who?
These **** still walking
Shooting at who?
I ain't hear shit sparking
These **** ain't sparking
Said he gon' kill who?
**** just talking
Sliding on who?
These **** still walking
Shooting at who?
I ain't hear shit sparking
Boom, boom, boom
Gang put him in a coffin
I'm puffin' on good flower, it give me rap super powers
I'm crazy they doubted, lil ****, a coward
I'ma knock his ass over, just like twin towers
They callin' me dipping sauce
'Cause they think that it's sweet, then I'm gettin' it sour
Stankin' lil bitch better get in the shower
I pop a Viagra and then fuck her for hours, yeah
I'm riding 'round in the Tahoe
With my vatos, make a lil **** top blow
Bullets hit him 'em up like some muhfuckin' nachos
I'm drippin' in cheese like none of this not yo's
Bad bitch, we gon' fuck in the back of the Yukon
Tossin' the salad, I eat her with croutons
They like "OT, you a muhfucka"
Dick in her bootyhole, look like peanut butter
I'm gon' pop out with this glock out
Get his ass cropped out
Bitch better check my background
I got killas that don't make a sound
I'm gon' pop out with the glock out
Get his ass cropped out
Bitch better check my background
I got killas that don't make a sound
Said he gon' kill who?
**** just talking
Sliding on who?
These **** still walking
Shooting at who?
I ain't hear shit sparking
These **** ain't sparking
Said he gon' kill who?
**** just talking
Sliding on who?
These **** still walking
Shooting at who?
I ain't hear shit sparking
Boom, boom, boom
Gang put him in a coffin
Tick tock, tick tock
You're running out of time
Spin 'round the block and my shooters gon' slide
Tick tock, tick tock
You're running out of time
Time is money and there's money on my mind
Tick tock, tick tock
You're running out of time
Spin 'round the block and my shooters gon' slide
Tick tock, tick tock
You're running out of time
Time is money and there's money on my mind
Written by: Elijah Gull, Greg Davenport, Isiah Carter, Joshua Friedman, Kedrick Smith, Khalil Dean, Tiquan Pryor, VIRGIL GAZCA