크레딧
실연 아티스트
Johnny Wood
프로그래밍
Kodak Black
보컬
Murda Beatz
프로그래밍
Petey Pablo
보컬
Young Cutta
프로그래밍
작곡 및 작사
Bill K. Kapri
송라이터
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
송라이터
Jonathan Johannes Birkner
송라이터
Moses Barrett
송라이터
Shane Lindstrom
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Chris Athens
마스터링 엔지니어
Johnny Wood
프로듀서
Murda Beatz
프로듀서
Young Cutta
프로듀서
Derek Garcia
믹싱 엔지니어
가사
You don't eat, then you gon' be food
You gon' be on the plate
And we ain't tryna be lunchmeat
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
You don't eat, then you're gonna be eaten
They gon' try say that you faking
This is about to get dangerous, please, baby, don't
Now they serving you at the arraignment
Ain't nothing to eat but some ramens
Finally just got in relations, but it didn't work
Gold earrings
Oh, Peggy Sue
Cold stepper
Go, baby rude
You don't eat, then you're gonna get eaten
They gon' try say that you faking
This is about to get dangerous, please, baby, don't
Now they serving you at the arraignment
Ain't nothing to eat but some ramens
I finally just got in relations, but it didn't work
Gold earrings
Oh, Peggy Sue
Cold stepper
Go, baby rude
The party is finally over
I figured you out, now it's over
You should look over your shoulder 'cause you gon' get murked
It's a lot of bodies falling, I got bodies, lots of souls
Bodies on my conscience, zombies calling for some more
Get down, get low, get low (Every day, it's hard to win)
Get down, get low, get low (Every day, it's hard to win)
Get down, get low, get low (Every day, it's hard to win)
Get down, get low, get low (Every day, it's hard to win)
You're screeching in terror
It's haunting, you're screaming for shelter
Demons and steppers, I creep with the metal, I sleep with the Devil
Big Papa Petey, I'm a badass (Woo)
Been a bad motherfucker since first class (Brr)
First day of school, beat a nigga ass (Ayy)
And then walked 'round the school without a hall pass (Ayy)
And ever since then, I been a street cat (Street cat)
Running 'round with the Gs with the seat back (Seat)
Yeah, big rim rolling on the Cadillac (Yeah)
Pistol on the seat so I can catch your hiding ho ass (Boy)
I'm not gon' play around with none of y'all (Nah)
Yin and I yang and then we drill the wall (To the window)
I done told you, now I'ma show you
Picked up my pieces, now I'm back to rockin' and rollin'
You never heard nothing like this in this bitch before
Me and Kodak going back to back, toe to toe
Fire's been lit on the fuse (Nah)
And the visual cut, it's gon' give you the blues (Ah)
You don't eat, then you're gonna be eaten
They gon' try say that you faking
This is about to get dangerous, please, baby, don't
Now they serving you at the arraignment
Ain't nothing to eat but some ramens
Finally just got in relations, but it didn't work
Gold earrings
Oh, Peggy Sue
Cold stepper
Go, baby rude
You're screeching in terror
It's haunting, you're screaming for shelter
Demons and steppers, I creep with the metal, I sleep with the Devil
Writer(s): Moses Iii Barrett, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Bill K. Kapri, Jonathan Johannes Birkner, Henry August Lotas Sherratt
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