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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Vocals
Boldy James
Boldy James
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alvin Worthy
Alvin Worthy
Songwriter
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Executive Producer
Daringer
Daringer
Producer
Larrence Miller
Larrence Miller
Mastering Engineer
Thomas Paladino
Thomas Paladino
Producer
Hotton Harold
Hotton Harold
Mixing Engineer

Letra

I've been serving fire on the hell block Since I was knee-high to a water bug Damn near pulled a hamstring, blew my knee out First time I ever caught a run It was all or none and I was all-in with the fiends, tryna serve all of 'em We was never into chasing clout See my haters out and I'ma ball on 'em .223s left the paint chipped 227, know we change shit Niggas know the whole gang rich Gutter lane and I don't lane switch All blue strips, fuck a bank slip We be game timing, but this ain't Twitch Lil' cuddy fighting four attempts Hit the double frame on thе same switch Dropping bags off big as Saint Nick They say, "Bojack, that nigga can't miss" Hear all thеse niggas say that they in the streets And they on gang shit but it ain't this Slightly different plot with the same twist top I be whipping different pots with the same wristwatch Grinding, chillin' in the spot, had the chance to lift locks Got custis all through Southwest, got clio calling off the East Got clux with nine off the fent', got fido barking off the leash Told me if I'm gon' pay for five, that mean he gon' have to leave ten To get to know me now, had to know me then, my idols always kingpins GxFR, mi jefe Two way, deuce, siete Three MetroCard with ese You comprehend, comprende? 227, 50 Guap, I love my knot the thin way I show you why they call me Blocks, Mutombo Dikembe One single session, I might burn up like six eighths of Gumbo 155 for the brick, the Dikembe Mutombo I need that two-tone patty cake the big face with the jumbo Cubano off the skinny Lanvins, Dikembe Mutombo Ayo (what else?) We ran the whole dorm, we had hella lockers Flying in the biddy and the helibopter Socks Prada, belt Prada Shit, you should've shot him Oakleys Prada, coke Prada Niggas praise Osama Shaker with the world bezel, I'm a globetrotter VVSs on my ankle, fuck with me, you know I got it Porsche topless with a rocket Cartier bagels with a locket Smiling in the full stocking Yeah, we got them all poppin' Yeah, I got your whore watching And the law, twenty bottles, wake up, fuck two supermodels One thick, one flocker I had more threesomes than twosomes (than twosomes) Bitch fall off, I get a new one (I get a new one) Toss the throwaway, get a new one (get a new one) Hundred dollar salad with the brutons (the brutons) Usher, my boo, that's my boo song (my boo) Fuck your baby mamas while your jits home (while your jits home) Fuck her from the back, high top Ricks on I was sellin' crack, I ain't care who want it
Writer(s): Alvin Lamar Worthy, James Clay Jones, Thomas A. Paladino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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