Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
DracBaby
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Reginald Felix
Letra
Iyia Kerr
Composição
Nick Karananos
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Mahlo
Produção
NK
Coprodução
Letra
(NK, what we got?)
(Hey, Mahlo)
Stop talkin', bump down, ****, drop your nuts
You know where I'm at, boy, you scared or what?
I know you ain't been in your hood, but they lyin', they cappin', them boys ain't puttin' shit up
They ain't hittin' on shit, your block really put up
They babies to me, they ain't ready for us
He a rapper, he get in the booth and go crazy, talkin' 'bout these bodies, I catch him, he fucked
I'm runnin' through that, do you know what you doin'? That lil'-ass team you put up ain't enough
Yeah, he tender, I know he gon' go for whatever, throw him in the blender, he slushed
Your shooters ain't nothin' like mine, we smackin', yeah, we really put **** up
Your **** ain't usin' them rifles, the kids take 'em out they hands, they shootin' shit up
Smack, smack him again
Catch an opp, smack him again
They ain't hittin' on nothin', he was loafin', box on the Glock, smack him again
Who he dissin'? Smack him again
Why you talkin'? Smack him again
Catch him out of bounds where he don't 'posed to be, no rappin', I'ma smack him again
Smack, smack him again
Catch an opp, smack him again
They ain't hittin' on nothin', he was loafin', box on the Glock, smack him again
Who he dissin'? Smack him again
Why you talkin'? Smack him again
Catch him out of bounds where he don't 'posed to be, no rappin', I'ma smack him again
Like a CD, all we love to do is spin
He a rookie, we boxin' him in
Team full of smackers, gotta have a hemi, you hear what I say, can't no boppers get in
They some boosters, them **** ain't nothin' on my end
Hawk 'em, them **** ain't smackin' no pin
Buck on security whenever they book me, I don't care what he said, I'm gettin' everything in
Fuck the big homie, boy, I want the lil' one
Catch him in traffic and smack him, on God
Slimer than who? Lil' boy, you a rookie, these rappin'-ass **** ain't tryna get shot
Tell me who you shootin' at, ****, 'cause ain't nobody dead
Tell me why you rappin' like that, you ain't bump down, yet, 'cause ain't nobody scared
Smack, smack him again
Catch an opp, smack him again
They ain't hittin' on nothin', he was loafin', box on the Glock, smack him again
Who he dissin'? Smack him again
Why you talkin'? Smack him again
Catch him out of bounds where he don't 'posed to be, no rappin', I'ma smack him again
Smack, smack him again
Catch an opp, smack him again
They ain't hittin' on nothin', he was loafin', box on the Glock, smack him again
Who he dissin'? Smack him again
Why you talkin'? Smack him again
Catch him out of bounds where he don't 'posed to be, no rappin', I'ma smack him again
Written by: Iyia Kerr, Nick Karananos, Reginald Felix
