Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sha EK
Sha EK
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chalim Perry
Chalim Perry
Songwriter
Evan Ellicotl
Evan Ellicotl
Songwriter
Sinclair malesa
Sinclair malesa
Songwriter
Danyal Ahmed
Danyal Ahmed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer
Corey Cutz
Corey Cutz
Mixing Engineer
4Mosa
4Mosa
Producer
Emrld
Emrld
Producer
Soldano
Soldano
Producer
Angel Reyes
Angel Reyes
Recording Engineer

Tekst Utworu

(EMRLD)
(Soldado)
Grrah-grrah, gang-gang-gang
Who punchin'? Dead opps
They told me, "Chill wit' the dissin'", but I'ma keep dissin', 'cause **** been smokin' my pops
I could never let them **** rock
Bitch, I'm focused, they tryna trick me out my spot
You on hots? I'm on hots too
On ya block? I'm on my block too
You gave a dap to the **** who shot you
Like, how? You gotta get back, free the opps that be screamin' out, "Sit back"
When them **** come home, **** clappin'
They can't believe they made it off of rappin'
OGE, we was trappin', bro told me, "Stay wit' the chop, ain't no lackin'"
In the Bronx, this shit like the 'Raq, I walk around wit' the O on my back
I'm not dissin', all this shit is facts, when we started fightin', I was totin' chops
I was the **** protectin' the block, and I dead fell in love wit' my knocks
I'm not a fighter, I ain't tryna box, free the goons 'cause they got my **** up top
And they came wit' the run and the bop, he gon' come home wit' like 300 shots
Who punchin'? Dead opps
They told me, "Chill wit' the dissin'", but I'ma keep dissin', 'cause **** been smokin' my pops
I could never let them **** rock
Bitch, I'm focused, they tryna trick me out my spot
You on hots? I'm on hots too
On ya block? I'm on my block too
You gave a dap to the **** who shot you
Like, I gotta stay out the mix, they get me mad, I'm hoppin' out the whip
All my opps dead, we smoke 'em out the zip, D&D, smokin' on him and his bitch
I only fuck wit' the Rips from the mitch, all them other ****, eat a dick
I only fuck wit' the Rips from the mitch, all them other ****, eat a dick
Who punchin'? Dead opps
They told me, "Chill wit' the dissin'", but I'ma keep dissin', 'cause **** been smokin' my pops
I could never let them **** rock
Bitch, I'm focused, they tryna trick me out my spot
You on hots? I'm on hots too
On ya block? I'm on my block too
You gave a dap to the **** who shot you
Written by: Armando Formosa, Chalim Perry, Evan Ellicotl, Sinclair malesa
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