Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Lil Nuu
Interpretação
King Osama
Bateria
Rizzo
Teclados
Phil
Teclados
Daniela Voznesensky
Percussão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Daniela Voznesensky
Composição
Shamari Robinson
Composição
Osama Muhammad Ed Daou
Composição
Max Wonnenberg
Composição
Philipp Lindworsky
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
King Osama
Produção
Lala
Produção
Rizzo
Produção
Phil
Produção
Drew Martz
Engenharia (gravação)
Steve "Dr." White
Engenharia (mixagem)
Alec Ness
Engenharia (masterização)
Letra
Yop, yop, yop, yop (lala)
Yop, yop, yop (damn, Osama, you global now)
Glizzy fully ridin' striker, how we slidin' through the city (city)
We don't ride in real V's, ain't no tellin', we get busy (busy)
When we done, wipe the car, can't leave no evidence for them bitches (bitches)
Don't care if you told on the opp', either way, that shit snitchin' (snitchin')
How you get up that close but still miss up on that miss? (Miss)
Think he did that shit on Perc's, I can't be mad, it ain't in him
I lost Roc, it hurt me bad, now we the ones who do the killin' (the killin')
Don't even talk, don't say nothin', can't put them people in the business (business)
I got 'bows for the low, what's the trackin' number on they shipment?
I call bro and 'em from Cali', like, what you want, they say they spinnin'
OG brought my first gun, before I die, I take a sentence
Beatin' up off backshots, I gotta pay for her new inches
Give me like six months, I bet I go and get that Richard
Once it's up, it can't go down, they do they best, so we don't get 'em
.45 hit your body and rip through you like some tissue
They die, we check them off, then call the opps, like, "Go get 'em" (get 'em)
Yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
Hit they block, let off a hundred shots
We don't use no extended clip, we need at least a mop
Get that load, we gotta go, we ain't tryna stop (grrah)
Glizzy fully ridin' striker, how we slidin' through the city (city)
We don't ride in real V's, ain't no tellin', we get busy (busy)
When we done, wipe the car, can't leave no evidence for them bitches (bitches)
Don't care if you told on the opp', either way, that shit snitchin' (snitchin')
How you get up that close but still miss up on that miss? (Miss)
Think he did that shit on Perc's, I can't be mad, it ain't in him
I lost Roc, it hurt me bad, now we the ones who do the killin' (the killin')
Don't even talk, don't say nothin', can't put them people in the business (business)
Since I came out the womb, I been posted in the trenches
They can't walk up in my shoes 'cause they don't like to play with switches
Take the .30 from lil' bro, he trigger-happy when he itchin'
You can go and tell whoever, I bet we still catch you slippin'
Wanna trap up in my hood? Pay that fee or move around (move around)
First time I got a switch, I fell in love with the sound (the sound)
Spot news after gym, that's when you know that it's man down
Wanna act like you gangster, we gon' drench and make you drown
Yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
I'm like KD in the streets, I do everythin'
Block a bitch up off my phone, talkin' 'bout weddin' ring
I don't know what to trust, I think everybody a sing
Glizzy fully ridin' striker, how we slidin' through the city (city)
We don't ride in real V's, ain't no tellin', we get busy (busy)
When we done, wipe the car, can't leave no evidence for them bitches (bitches)
Don't care if you told on the opp', either way, that shit snitchin' (snitchin')
How you get up that close but still miss up on that miss? (Miss)
Think he did that shit on Perc's, I can't be mad, it ain't in him
I lost Roc, it hurt me bad, now we the ones who do the killin' (the killin')
Don't even talk, don't say nothin', can't put them people in the business (business)
Yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
Yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
Written by: Daniela Voznesensky, Max Wonnenberg, Osama Muhammad Ed Daou, Philipp Lindworsky, Shamari Robinson

