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A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Вокал
PnB Rock
PnB Rock
Вокал
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Автор песен
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Автор песен
Gianni van den Brom
Gianni van den Brom
Автор песен
Jahseh Onfroy
Jahseh Onfroy
Автор песен
Rakim Allen
Rakim Allen
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Исполнительный продюсер
AJ Ruined My Record
AJ Ruined My Record
Миксинг-инженер
Quincy "QP" Acheampong
Quincy "QP" Acheampong
Исполнительный продюсер
Sambou "Bubba" Camara
Sambou "Bubba" Camara
Исполнительный продюсер
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Мастеринг-инженер
Niaggi
Niaggi
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[Verse 1]
You ain't fuckin' with PnB Rock
You're not fuckin' with me
If you from New York, you ain't fuckin' with Boogie
When I see you, I'm finna slap you
(Niaggi, this that overseas drip)
[Verse 2]
Patek on my wrist, that's a bust-down
All know is get it, I'm from Uptown
Bitches ain't shit, I left 'em stuck now
Only on my dick 'cause I'm up now
Only on my dick because I'm up now
She was with you first, but she with us now
All this Eliantte, shit be bust-down
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
Bitches nowadays will get you lined now
Bitches nowadays be out of line
[Verse 3]
AP on my wrist, that's a bust-down
We just caught a opp, that's a touchdown
Caught a **** lackin', that's a man down
We was out in traffic with that automatic (Skrrt)
Told 'em they don't want no static, this shit can get tragic (Tragic)
Hit him all in his face, that's a closed casket (Yeah)
Told 'em they don't want no smoke, this shit get so drastic (Yeah)
Catch a case, Shaka beat that shit like he got magic (Oh, oh)
[Verse 4]
I don't fuck with **** 'cause they too fake (Let's get it)
I fuck with Boogie, I'm recordin' off a toothache
Locked up for guns, had a killer for a roommate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I called her, told her take her Plan B, say it's too late
I remember havin' shootouts on a e-way (On a e-way)
Nine and twenty-two call, I do a three-way (A three-way)
They closed BackPage down, she usin' Ebay (Usin' Ebay)
OTF or FTO, I use it each way (Gang)
[Verse 5]
OTF, HBTL, I fuck with New Lane
I used to ride the 4, the opps was on the 2 train
Don't call my phone no more, lil' bitch, you not my boo thang
Don't call my phone no more, lil' bitch, I'm havin' mood swings
Ridin' with that HK, that's my goonie
I be in my zone, I'm in my two-three
I used to pop the Percs, thought I was loopy
It's me and Rock and Durk, this shit is too deep
And, yeah, we come in peace, don't want no drama
But when it come to defense, we got choppers
And when it come to reefer, we do grabba
They don't know low-key, yeah, I'm a rasta
[Verse 6]
Patek on my wrist, that's a bust-down
All know is get it, I'm from Uptown
Bitches ain't shit, I left 'em stuck now
Only on my dick 'cause I'm up now
Only on my dick because I'm up now
She was with you first, but she with us now
All this Eliantte, shit be bust-down
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
Bitches nowadays will get you lined now
Bitches nowadays be out of line
Written by: Artist Julius Dubose, Durk Banks, Gianni van den Brom, Jahseh Onfroy, Rakim Allen
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