크레딧
실연 아티스트
Getcuddy
랩
작곡 및 작사
Delquan Marcel Weeks
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Getcuddy
녹음 엔지니어
가사
Way up, way up, in The Hills
Way up, in The Hills
I gotta the ball on these ****, these ****, they sayin' they hot, knowin' I kill
Slippin', I fall on these bitches, I'm mixing', I'm mixing' they pot
You really want war? Man, I want all of them ****, them ****, they talkin' like that
No, knock at that door, we comin' in semi auto puttin' **** all up on their back
No need for that score, still gettin' chicken, ****, countin' up all these racks
And that's a fact, is you with me, ****? Man, we about to go and get him back
I ain't off that, if you spinnin' with me, ****, better hit him in his back
Man y'all all Cap, talkin' hot, boy, better know just where the fuck you at
Not a cop, boy, I'll leave a **** stinkin', leakin' where he fuckin' at
(man that's lock jaw)
When I rag a ****, then I drag a **** to the back, do not bark wrong
Hold up, wait, plenty of ****, they want me to quit, but I already know
This is inevitable, I got a shovel or two, I got a story for you
Someone should tell you the truth, time runnin' low for you
Do what you supposed to do, mine the ones close to you
My own ****, them ****, they take your ass out on the road
Some Grimmy-ass ****, them ****, they flip your ass under the boat
So watch how you kick it, them ****, they slip your ass under the throat
Need no Jada Pickett, them bitches gon' dress and act like hoes
This is inevitable, I got a shovel or two, I got a story for you
Someone should tell you the truth, time runnin' low for you
Do what you supposed to do, mine the ones close to you
My own ****, them ****, they take your ass
Way up, in The Hills, way up, in The Hills
I gotta the ball on these ****, these ****, they sayin' they hot, knowin' I kill
Slippin', I fall on these bitches, I'm mixing', I'm mixing' they pot
You really want war? Man, I want all of them ****, them ****, they talkin' like that
No, knock at that door, we comin' in semi auto puttin' **** all up on their back
No need for that score, still gettin' chicken, ****, countin' up all these racks
And that's a fact, is you with me, ****? Man, we about to go and get him back
I ain't off that, if you spinnin' with me, ****, better hit him in his back
Man y'all all Cap, talkin' hot, boy, better know just where the fuck you at
Not a cop, boy, I'll leave a **** stinkin', leakin' where he fuckin' at
(man that's lock jaw)
When I rag a ****, then I drag a **** to the back, do not bark wrong
Written by: Delquan Marcel Weeks
