Vídeo de música
Vídeo de música
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Jack Richard Thierer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yakree
Producer
Duhvinci
Producer
Slayer
Producer
Hardbody B-Eazy
Mixing Engineer
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer
Letra
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh (Southside, let's do this)
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh
Walk up on me, I might go to squeezin'
Nine times out of ten, I'm on some G-shit
Might play crazy, but you know that I be on game
Before I cross the street, I look both ways
Okay, I don't like these rap ****, they be fuckin' up my energy
Off the back, I get you smacked ****
They don't like it tell them get with me
Got killers all in Tennessee, fuck blood, ain't no kin to me
You out here vibin' with the opps, a friend of them, ain't no friend of me
I see murder, I can't get it out my eyes
Bae, I need my meds, I'm out my mind
My lil' partner, he get busy with that iron
Gunshots, man dyin', got me sayin', uh
We gettin' chopsticks, lo mein
Yeah, we gettin' chopsticks, keep it on the lo mein
Yeah, we gettin' chopsticks, lo mein
Yeah, we gettin' chopsticks, keep it on the lo mein
Yeah, I be with them Haitians like the zookeeper
Run that shit like Papa Smurf, my pockets lookin' like the blue people
Huh, I don't know, can't go outside about no bitch, neither
Crashin' 'bout a ho, this **** died behind a dick eater, oof
Choppa toss a **** ass like Royal Rumble
Bet I fumble, what's the number? I won't buy 'em by the number
On my soul, I be the one to put you under, hmm
Can't line me with a bitch, I don't even trust my baby mama
I see murder, I can't get it out my eyes
Bae, I need my meds, I'm out my mind
My lil' partner, he get busy with that iron
Gunshots, man dyin', got me sayin', uh
We gettin' chopsticks, low mine
Yeah, we gettin' chopsticks, keep it on the lo mein
Yeah, we gettin' chopsticks, lo mein
Yeah, we gettin' chopsticks, keep it on the lo mein
Written by: Frederick Givens II, Jack Richard Thierer

