Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ato Woody
Ato Woody
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Narushev Zhalgas Zhanatovich
Narushev Zhalgas Zhanatovich
Composer
Azizkhodjaev Atokhon Farkhadovich
Azizkhodjaev Atokhon Farkhadovich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ato Woody
Ato Woody
Producer

Songteksten

1 hook, 8 jabs
Fast moves, you’re trapped
Hands loose, you’re smacked
You can’t counter attack
1 round so fast
I don’t sweat, I don’t lack
Steal the belt and your gyal
Your father calls me a champ
I spent 3 weeks in the islands
I could spend a year, but I get bored from the silence
Ocean waves can’t replace the sound of the violence
My brother ain’t Zeus but I was born with a trident
You can’t live my ends, if you cross then hurry up
If you hear the loud noise better know it’s prolly us
We’re different, CIS all the way to Somalia
If you’re in the list, say goodbye they call us Arya
I do show out in Latvia
Next day I munch on kebabs in Antalya
What's you name again? Kristina or Natalya?
Whatever, come with me I’ll take you up to Narnia
CHO, THC, nicotine, take in it
I smell like indica and listerine
Greedy cuh I take up the all the space when I’m stepping in
Аttitude be cold as ice, fuck you all, no Vaseline
Subaru hatch back, back when we were rap rap
I was broke, but I still had my game, I could tap that
Now a picture with my wood is something that she must have
Make her cum fast, I guess it means I have to comeback
ATO, I’ll never be ridiculed
They hear sound and they go like “is it really you?”
Old classmates wonder “is he really woods?”
Mama won’t believe it till she sees me in the news
1 hook, 8 jabs
Fast moves, you’re trapped
Hands loose, you’re smacked
You can’t counter attack
1 round so fast
I don’t sweat, I don’t lack
Steal the belt and your gyal
Your father calls me a champ
Written by: Azizkhodjaev Atokhon Farkhadovich, Narushev Zhalgas Zhanatovich
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