クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Gee
Baby Gee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
CallupTay
CallupTay
Composer
ChubbyElHefe
ChubbyElHefe
Composer
Harlem Lewis
Harlem Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CallupTay
CallupTay
Producer
ChubbyElHefe
ChubbyElHefe
Producer

歌詞

(W-w-where's the ATM at?)
Grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah
Rrah (Chubby goin' crazy, fool)
Like, grrah, like, grrah (CallupTay, he back on it)
Grrah, grrah, grrah
I go Chris Brown with this chop, ain't no guidance, **** (Rrah, rrah, grrah, grrah)
Ain't no peace with none of my opps, only violence, ****
She be treeshin' on my block but you her rider, **** (Rrah)
She on Court', she get a drop so we gon' slide on **** (Grrah, rrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Whiteboi pullin' up, comin' through with the Glock on the clutch
Couple of clips, already tucked (Rrah)
We outside, we lookin' for what?
Ca-call 09, he up it and squeeze
Bullet holes be the size of ya knees (Rrah, rrah)
GDK, what? Get hit by his sleeze (Rrah)
Gangbangin' (Boom, boom), gotta keep it a G (Boom, boom)
I got a bowl to pay
Come this way, you'll get a sneak peek
Here's a PSA
Call up PFA, like, wait
Sha EK, who is you?
If I knew what was up, would've bent on y'all
I play a dollar van ****, who not from the hood
To drive and go spin on y'all
Seen Dotty got beat with a gun, isn't it fun?
If it was me it would be with a drum
Lookin' for jewels, but that boy a bum
Smokin' mad opps, too many packs, all in my lungs (Grrah, grrah)
We got mad chops, too-too many straps, call 911 (Ah)
I go Chris Brown with this chop, ain't no guidance, ****
Ain't no peace with none of my opps, only violence, **** (Grrah, grrah)
She be treeshin' on my block but you her rider, **** (She a treesh)
She on Court', she get a drop so we gon' slide on **** (Grrah, grrah)
Had to cut ties with ****
You'd be surprised with ****
Look at the lies in ****, nah
Look at the lobs in **** (Look at the lobs)
Beef is sendin' a baddie, then have 'em knocked out the telly
Gang is tellin' ya dawg about it, he already knew and he movin' already
Aw, man, you don't know
I go off for all my bros
They know the vibes, you know my mode
If you see me, I know that code
I need ice in all my gold
I got fam' and I got goals
Don't let me find out **** is snitchin'
Now I gotta pull up to means with switches
I press **** 'bout it, all I hear is crickets
I really be low, I want nothin' but bitches
The more that they hate, the more lady I get
I throw up the Rakes and I really would step
I found that we broke, I was really upset
So we went and got it, just get it correct
I found that we broke, I was really upset
So we went and got it, just get it correct
I go Chris Brown with this chop, ain't no guidance, **** (Grrah)
Ain't no peace with none of my opps, only violence, **** (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
She be treeshin' on my block but you her rider, ****
She on Court', she get a drop so we gon' slide on **** (Boom, boom)
Written by: CallupTay, ChubbyElHefe, Harlem Lewis
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