Lil Gnar의 상위 곡
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Lil Skies
보컬
Lil Gnar
보컬
Eric Dan
프로그래밍
JordanXL
프로그래밍
TM88
프로그래밍
McCulloch Reid Sutphin
프로그래밍
Michael Lohmeier
프로그래밍
Sebastian Lopez
프로그래밍
작곡 및 작사
Andrew Hogan
송라이터
Bryan Simmons
송라이터
Caleb Sheppard
송라이터
Eric Dan
송라이터
Kimetrius Foose
송라이터
McCulloch Reid Sutphin
송라이터
Michael Lohmeier
송라이터
Robert Wooten III
송라이터
JORDAN ORVOSH
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Eric Dan
프로듀서
Clinton "HeadAche" Walker III
믹싱 엔지니어
1mind
프로듀서
JordanXL
프로듀서
TM88
프로듀서
가사
Nigga try us, we gon' put him in his grave
We gon' put him in his grave.
Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon
And we like the car tinted, fuck around, get tragic
What happenin'?
Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket
Ooh!
We gon' put 'em in his grave (Shit!)
Closed casket, no case
I'ma hide my face
My bullets shoot with pain
Tell her fall back, I need space
We ahead of them in this race
Gimme' good top in the Range.
Woah, did 180 up on the dash (dash)
I count it up like it's math (math)
I ball hard like I'm Steve Nash, woah (Nash)
I fucked your bitch, then gave her back
You hit her phone like, "where you at?"
I got her creeping through your backdoor, ayy, ayy (backdoor)
Got VVS on my teeth (my teeth)
I'ma ride or die for my team
My diamonds shine, I might lean
My coupe came with wings
You're a broke boy who fiends
I'ma take 'em out when I see 'em
You a hatin' nigga, why you breathin'?.
Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon
And like the car tinted, fuck around, get tragic
What happenin'?
Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket
Ooh!
We gon' put 'em in his grave (Shit!)
Closed casket, no case
I'ma hide my face
My bullets shoot with pain
Tell her fall back, I need space
We ahead of them in this race
Gimme' good top in the Range.
My new mentality
Put your lil' bitch on celery
Made her cut back on calories, ay
Feel the rage, you can see it in my whole face
VV's shining, and they looking like some sun rays
Slap a pussy nigga if he start talkin' craz
Slap a lil nigga if he start talkin' braz
Collect the pain while I'm going through these changes
I got bands now, now I'm gettin' a lil famous
Bust it open for me and I catch it all on camera
Don't even remember, think lil mama name was Pamela
When I die, bury me a legend, all I really want
When I die, bury me a legend, all I really want.
Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
Pull up in the 'Rari with the fye' like dragon
And we like the car tinted, fuck around, get tragic
What happenin'?
Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket
Ooh!
We gon' put 'em in his grave (Shit!)
Closed casket, no case
I'ma hide my face
My bullets shoot with pain
Tell her fall back, I need space
We ahead of them in this race
Gimme' good top in the Range
Writer(s): Eric Dan, Bryan Lamar Simmons, Jordan Orvosh, Sebastian Lopez, Kimetrius Foose, Caleb Sheppard, Mac Sutphin, Mac Lohmeier
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