Video Shoot
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Video Shoot은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2026년 3월 27일일에 BMG Rights Management (US) LLC에서 발매되었습니다.Skeletor
가장 인기 있는지난 7일
00:35 - 00:40
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크레딧
실연 아티스트
Chief Keef
보컬
ian
보컬
작곡 및 작사
ian
작사가 겸 작곡가
Keith Cozart
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Chief Keef
프로듀서
Kenny Harmon
믹싱 엔지니어
가사
Hey
"ian, wake yo' ass up, always smokin' weed"
I was late to my last show 'cause I was smokin' weed
I just caught a flight and woke up eatin' new cuisine
Spent time with a five and turned that bitch to a Hadid
Plane back to Cali', I need gas at my doorstep
Boy run his mouth, I'm runnin' straight to his ho crib (Bitch)
I could give a goddamn who you roll with
I'm O.T. 'cause ain't no Winfrey, shoutout Oprah
Had to leave you quick, this freaky bitch kept tryna feel me
Always chattin' shit, boy, you worse than Wendy Williams
Tried of all these sorry hoes always tellin' sob story
Get up off my couch and get a motherfuckin' job, shorty
S-s-so much mud in my cup, bitch, I'd prolly leave a stain
Should've bought some real estate, my dumbass bought a chain
Ridin' with my killers, bitch, we make you feel some pain
So damn high, a **** startin' to talk like Johnny Dang
Baby Sosa always want the colors with some wings
That's why I go up and set that Lambo' on them things
Run up on the gang, we take your bitch-ass to the range
Send you to the sky, you're just not goin' on a plane
****, I don't know you, I don't wanna shake your hand
Life give you lemons, make a lemonade stand
Money over bitches, ****, we only chasin' Bands
Three things I won't take: shit, pussy, and a stan
See me in the hood, I'll probably sell your ass a kilo
And when I was broke, bitches still was droppin' steelo
On a Lamborghini yacht, ho, I ain't settlin' for a speedboat
Bought my cars cash, so them bitches can't get repo'd
Plane back to Cali', I need gas at my doorstep
Boy run his mouth, I'm runnin' straight to his ho crib (Bitch)
I could give a goddamn who you roll with
I'm O.T. 'cause ain't no Winfrey, shoutout Oprah
Had to leave you quick, this freaky bitch kept tryna feel me
Always chattin' shit, boy, you worse than Wendy Williams
Tried of all these sorry hoes always tellin' sob story
Get up off my couch and get a motherfuckin' job, shorty
'16 Westbrook, you're cool, but your team suck
Ran up four million in a plain fuckin' T-shirt
I could take your ass to school, get to teachin'
No, I don't remember what you told me, I was geeked, bitch
Boy, you gettin' way too old for a finsta
Ho straight from 90210, she don't get nothin'
Throwed off a different type of dope, I don't feel nothin'
I could probably pay for your whole bowl with a fit pic'
Treat the 'Rari like a motherfuckin' RipStik
She treat the Molly like it's motherfuckin' candy
I could walk a mile in them sorry-ass sandals
It's paper on the ground, tell me, why the hell I stand up?
On God
Written by: Ian O'Neill Smith, Keith Cozart
