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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kay Flock
Kay Flock
Vocals
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian Lau
Adrian Lau
Composer
Jeremy Arbesfeld
Jeremy Arbesfeld
Composer
Kevin Perez
Kevin Perez
Songwriter
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elvis Beatz
Elvis Beatz
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Lou Carrao
Lou Carrao
Recording Engineer
Sophie Griffiths
Sophie Griffiths
Additional Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Adrian Lau
Adrian Lau
Producer

Letra

Make a movie (yeah) Make a song of the dance, make a record (huh) (Elvis) Yeah (A Lau on the beat) Grrah, grrah-grrah (baow) Grrah, grrah Yeah, huh (make a movie) GBG, we been slidin' for weeks (skrrt) Walk down gang, face shot, no V (baow) And bitch, is you ridin' for me? Big EBK, who you linin' for me? Like hop out (yeah), Dougie, he flockin' for he Not DOA, you ain't slidin' for we (nah) Bullets punchin', no boxin' wit' me (bullets punchin', no boxin' wit' me) (baow, baow, baow) Clip 'em, if he try to run when we slidin', we hit him, like We tricked him, like Thottie she lined him, she got him, we blitzed him Hang out the window, like I'm tryna Rick 'em (Ricky) Keep clickin', I go wit' the rhythm (grrah-grrah) Keep moving back, I make sure I won't miss him (miss him) He dead, now his homies miss him (he dead) And I thought that I told y'all before (like) Since that lil' nigga do not want war Put the K to your face and I kick down the door, like I'm tryna spin through the 4's (like) Park up, hop out, I'ma boom (like, wait) After that, get low to the floor (like) I do what I want, give a fuck about the boss Lost JB, I ain't losin' no more (grrah) GBG, we been slidin' for weeks (huh) Walk down gang, face shot, no V (grrt, baow) And bitch, is you ridin' for me? Big EBK, who you linin' for me? (Baow, baow, baow) Like hop out, Dougie, he flockin' for he Not DOA, you ain't slidin' for we (nah) Bullets punchin', no boxin' wit' me (baow) (bullets punchin', no boxin' wit' me) They got me back on my slide on my opp if I wanna (skrrt) I make it hot if I wanna (baow) He talkin' crazy all year, niggas'll die at the top of the summer (baow) They know how I rock, they know how I come, look, huh He wasn't a opp, but he from that block (naw) We don't care, we just wanted the numbers (baow) You know how we comin' through, huh Different cities we be runnin' through (baow) You not a big homie, so how is he under you? You say you tough, nigga show me a gun or two (baow, baow, baow-baow) Yeah, you say you tough, nigga show me a gun or two, huh As soon as you tell us where you at, my niggas'll come at you (skrrt, baow, baow) Send me the addy, it give me a rush We got 'em back but it wasn't enough We want more, nigga it's stuck And his main bitches givin' him up (grrt-grrt, baow) That nigga'll die tryna get a nut That nigga done died tryna get a nut (uh) GBG, we been slidin' for weeks (huh) Walk down gang, face shot, no V (grrt, baow) And bitch, is you ridin' for me? Big EBK, who you linin' for me? (Baow, baow, baow) Like hop out, Dougie, he flockin' for he Not DOA, you ain't slidin' for we (nah) Bullets punchin', no boxin' wit' me (baow) (bullets punchin', no boxin' wit' me)
Writer(s): Maxie Ryles, Adrian Lau, Kevin Perez, Jeremy Arbesfeld Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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