Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
French Montana
French Montana
Vocals
Anna Brennan
Anna Brennan
Background Vocals
C.A.S.H.
C.A.S.H.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Tyree Pittman
Tyree Pittman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Chop
Young Chop
Producer
Steve "Rock Star" Dickey
Steve "Rock Star" Dickey
Mixing Engineer
Tim Boyce
Tim Boyce
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Yeah, it's crazy cause, man I was like I saw one of these yeas shootin' in the corner Damn, this nigga really shootin' in the corner All the little kids n, shit, everybody runnin He shot the whole van up and I'm like damn And we dipped I be so paranoid I hear these niggas tryin' to fuck with me Real shit, I know I got enemies I can't let them niggas enter me I ain't scared to die nigga I'll take your life nigga Fuck it shoot, em down nigga A hundred rounds 'll put you down, nigga Montana! I be the hottest nigga out my city Hit you with some shit, you never sign no titties Know a nigga shinin' all my diamonds 3D I hit a lick, I'm worth a couple million That car near 400 thou nigga That top drop like Pacquiao nigga I hit up K.O.D. and left a hundred in it Hundred on my watch I'm shining every minute They caught him on that corner, left a hundred in him Niggas goin' broke, that'll never be me Paranoia, got me watchin lawyer Molly water, I'm way too sober I be so paranoid I hear these niggas tryin to fuck with me Real shit, I know I got enemies I can't let them niggas enter me I ain't scared to die nigga I'll take your life nigga Fuck it shoot 'em down nigga A hundred rounds ll put you down, nigga And I made a mill in 30 minutes And I'm ridin, clip with 30 in it And your head, I put 'bout 30 in it When them shots hit him, it's Choppa Down nigga I've been sober, paranoia That baking soda, could help your boy out Get your head blown off your body for a verse When that choppa hit 'em niggas yellin' holy mercy Bloody murder, go and dig the dirt out Choppers ringin' didn't let 'em get a word out Probably talkin' 'bout nothin' you done heard 'bout Niggas gettin' smoked, bitches gettin' turned out I be so paranoid I hear these niggas tryin' to fuck with me Real shit, I know I got enemies I can't let them niggas enter me I ain't scared to die nigga I'll take your life nigga Fuck it shoot, em down nigga A hundred rounds 'll put you down, nigga I be so paranoid I hear these niggas tryin' to fuck with me Real shit, I know I got enemies I can't let them niggas enter me I ain't scared to die nigga I'll take your life nigga Fuck it shoot, em down nigga A hundred rounds 'll put you down, nigga
Writer(s): Bobby Ray Jr. Simmons, Clarence Iii Montgomery, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Tyrone William Griffin Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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