Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BIG30
BIG30
Vocals
Offset
Offset
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Kevin Davis Jr
Kevin Davis Jr
Songwriter
Rodney Wright
Rodney Wright
Songwriter
Jeremy Bradley
Jeremy Bradley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ KJ
DJ KJ
Producer
JB
JB
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
T Head
T Head
Recording Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]
Doubled my watch, so I doubled my Glock
Them Dracos don't stop when we walk down your block
I'm pourin' Wocky on top of the rocks
I'm smokin' tropic, gettin' head from a thot
Cash on the lot
Run up these racks, get my mama a spot
Go jump the fences, they raidin' the block
I call him maid 'cause he walk with a mop
[Verse 2]
**** ain't fade, hit the switch on the Glock
400 bags like I'm growin' the crop
Snow in my diamonds, she hoein' tonight
Sip double cup while I'm boardin' the flight
My **** flooded, they shinin', they bright
Time to spin, then we buyin' the striker
Shake the VIN, shake the pin in the rifle
Go to bed, hit his head, he a sniper
[Verse 3]
They got that get back for you killed you
Now that pussy on the shirt
Caught the boy ass at the store
They knocked his shit all on the clerk
Put the mic down 'fore the Glock
Stay strapped for life, and stay alert
You scared to die, this shit ain't for you
Get out the streets, go to church
[Verse 4]
No **** testin' me
Rest in piss to all the opps until Lil' Gino rest in peace
Fuck the opps for life, I'm sendin' hollows till them bitches bleed
Said fuck the opps for life, gon' keep spinnin' till them bitches deceased
Till them bitches extinct
See, this **** with me shoot his gun before he think
Sick of smokin' on the opps, pour them bitches in drinks
Black Dior kicks with the North Face and Supreme minks
Baghettis in this Cuban link
[Verse 5]
Doubled my watch, so I doubled my Glock
Them Dracos don't stop when we walk down your block
I'm pourin' Wocky on top of the rocks
I'm smokin' tropic, gettin' head from a thot
Cash on the lot
Run up these racks, get my mama a spot
Go jump the fences, they raidin' the block
I call him maid 'cause he walk with a mop
[Verse 6]
**** ain't fade, hit the switch on the Glock
400 bags like I'm growin' the crop
Snow in my diamonds, she hoein' tonight
Sip double cup while I'm boardin' the flight
My **** flooded, they shinin', they bright
Time to spin, then we buyin' the striker
Shake the VIN, shake the pin in the rifle
Go to bed, hit his head, he a sniper
[Verse 7]
Go when I go, when I send 'em, they know how to spin 'em
Thirty round hang out the gallery denim
I'm in the Maybach, in the back with a semi
Ridin' in 'Cat, tryna whack on a mission
Cartier bust on the vision
Told 'em that I was the one, they ain't listen
Look how the Patek been glistenin'
Handguns, they turn automatic with switches
[Verse 8]
These **** bitches for real
He gettin' fifty for kills
M's in the bank give me chills
We got ARs inside of the Leers
Used to bust down a lick, now I bust down my wrist
**** really wanna live how I live
Keep the fire when you live in that field
You can see in his eyes he'll kill
[Verse 9]
You can see in his eyes he a murderer
Bought a coupé and I took it to surgery
Get your boo 'cause she watchin' and flirtin'
Caught 'em dead at the light, do 'em dirty
Remember, my gang was hurtin'
Pull out them sticks and we stain 'em first
Put a **** face on a shirt
Rich as a bitch, broke the curse
Written by: Jeremy Bradley, K.D., Kevin Davis Jr, Offset, Rodney Lamont Wright Jr., Rodney Wright
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