Muziekvideo

Muziekvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PGF Nuk
PGF Nuk
Vocals
Sha EK
Sha EK
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chalim Perry
Chalim Perry
Songwriter
Christ Amankwaa
Christ Amankwaa
Songwriter
Virgil Gibson
Virgil Gibson
Songwriter
Matthew Kelly
Matthew Kelly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer
Corey Cutz
Corey Cutz
Mixing Engineer
083chee
083chee
Producer
Z.K
Z.K
Producer
ZK
ZK
Producer
Angel Reyes
Angel Reyes
Recording Engineer
Corey Nutile
Corey Nutile
Mixing Engineer

Songteksten

(Chee)
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah
We droppin' four 'cause it's FourSevK
Smoke my pops, so I'm smokin' on Blay
Spinnin' Decatur, it feel like a good day
Every time that I'm lookin' for Ray
And McKinley ain't never did nothin'
Like tell me, stop all of the bluffin'
Like ****, go get you some money
I was drippy, ****, you was bummy
Grrah
Like, they gon react to this shit
Have ya' bitch shakin' ass to this shit
We got the drop on his stu' and my gang need a chain
So you know we snatchin' his shit
I'm a greedy ****, I'll slime you
Have my O's standin' right behind you
Fuck a blue check
We get that addy and pull up like, "Who we gon' boom next?"
Catch a rapper and he shot
Bitches it's like 17 shots in my Glock
I go crazy for my block, she gon' die like that bitch, if she smokin' my pops, on gang
All these drugs really got me buggin'
See these ****, I'ma get to dumpin'
All these drugs really got me buggin'
See these ****, I'ma get to dumpin'
Why these opp **** suckin' dick now?
Like, I really beat up your brother
And your mom, she a dyke
So now we gon' beat on your mother
Why these opp **** suckin' dick now?
Like, I really beat up your brother
And your mom, she a dyke (grrah, grrah)
So now we gon' beat on your mother
We droppin' four 'cause it's FourSevK
Smoke my pops, so I'm smokin' on Blay
Spinnin' Decatur, it feel like a good day
Every time that I'm lookin' for Ray
And McKinley ain't never did nothin'
Like tell me, stop all of the bluffin'
Like ****, go get you some money
I was drippy, ****, you was bummy (glah, glah, glah)
****, you ain't do shit
I was really outside on your block with a switch
Throw up the O like the WIIC
We really killin' bricks (glah, glah)
You jackin' the opps, yo' ass get popped (glah)
We clear up the block and we using a mop
Red on his head, I'm comin' to shop
The last thing he heard was, "Fah" (fah, fah)
Me and Sha finna fuck up the streets (fuck up the streets)
Shorty be up on point like a beat (point like a beat)
He got the heat, can't wait 'til we meet (can't wait 'til we meet)
If I play, he gon' die in a week (die in a week), ayy
He might die today (die today)
If I know where he stay then I'm comin' that way (comin' that way)
I got the drac', like bread, he baked
Get shot in the face, he dead today
Ayy, like, come get some get back
We smoke all the opps at the kickback
First **** swing, I'm showin' we with that
We sendin' shots, he get popped like a Tic Tac
Rockin' desinger, it's comin' in mismatch
We hit your bro, now come get your lick back
He fucked your ho', now come get your bitch back
Glah-glah boom, you know that we shoot back
We droppin' four 'cause it's FourSevK
Smoke my pops, so I'm smokin' on Blay
Spinnin' Decatur, it feel like a good day
Every time that I'm lookin' for Ray
And McKinley ain't never did nothin'
Like tell me, stop all of the bluffin'
Like ****, go get you some money
I was drippy, ****, you was bummy, glah
Written by: Antwon Fields, Chalim Perry, Christ Amankwaa, Mathew Kelly, Virgil Gibson, Zkbeats
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