뮤직 비디오
제공
Trippie Redd의 상위 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Trippie Redd
보컬
Naddott
프로그래밍
Rok
프로그래밍
Warren Hunter
프로그래밍
작곡 및 작사
Andreas Cristian Matura
작곡가
Rok Curkovic
작곡가
Warren Hunter
작곡가
Michael Lamar White II
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Warren Hunter
프로듀서
Igor Mamet
믹싱 엔지니어
Peter Jideonwo
책임 프로듀서
Naddott
프로듀서
Rok
프로듀서
가사
(I'm shy, oh, my God)
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
Bitch, I'm from 800 where we kill, kill
Walked up, do a drill, drill
Pop out like a pill, pill
Wake up in the morning, spark a blunt, and crack a damn seal
We ballin', bitch
I break the backboard, Shaquille O'Neal (yeah, yeah)
Big choppa turn like Timmy, we got Dracos with titties
We got kids runnin' 'round with semis
That ain't love, that's envy
Big Jurassic in your city
Bimmers, beams and Bentleys
Rollin' 'round, G-Wagon, lean go to my kidneys
Bitch, I'm a monster, bitch, I'm a goon
I cannot lose, bitch, I'm a winner
Diamonds, they dancin' on me like the winter
I got the shells, no Master Splinter
I got them bales with the flick of my heater
Got a cross on my nails, but I won't cross my niggas
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on? Gang
(On my gang), whoa
On my gang (on my gang)
On my gang, on my gang
(On my gang), whoa, on my gang
Yeah (on my gang)
With the gang, I'm a rebel (on my gang)
I made treaties with the devil
Out in space, don't need no shuttle (bah)
Don't be scared, don't need no trouble (haha)
I just down this Hennessy, it got me seein' double (gang)
Countin' chips, don't let the cookie crumble
We-we keep blicks, got that bag, and now I'll never fumble
Trippie versus the whole damn gang, it's like a royal rumble (bah)
Pussy boy got pushed out the whip
I watched 'em roll and tumble (bitch)
Your bitch kissin' on my dick, look like she blowin' bubbles (whoa)
Yeah, you niggas Autobots, I'm a damn Gundam
Walk around this bitch like I'm their pops, now they mad I son'ed them (whoa)
Summin' up the paychecks, I'ma get this cash
Summin' up that paycheck, I'ma get that bag (woo)
Private flights to Berlin, I got jet lag
Nigga tryna steal my shine and our jetpacks
And I'm only goin' up from here, like a jetpacks
And your homie, I rolled up in here
It's that good pack (it's that good shit)
Bitch, gang (whoa)
Whoa
On my gang
Writer(s): Michael Lamar Ii White, Andreas Cristian Matura
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