Видео
Видео
Создатели
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Albert Johnson
Автор песен
Kejuan Muchita
Автор песен
Lamont Porter
Автор песен
Les Holroyd
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Bernie Grundman
Мастеринг-инженер
EZ Elpee
Продюсер
Frank Zago
Ассистент инженера
Halsey Quemere
Ассистент инженера
Jamie Garcia
Ассистент инженера
Jonathan Lighty Williams
Исполнительный продюсер
Oscar Monsalve
Ассистент инженера
Steve Sola
Инженер звукозаписи
Слова
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I feel I got to (Get away)
From these streets like a fiend for crack
Pulling me back
It's real, got a **** going (Ooh, ooh)
'Cause no matter the drama or the gossip
My heart is your hood
My dawgs, ****, I rock with (Get away)
[Verse 2]
Before you get clapped
Put the tongue to two loose
Have everybody on the corner going (Ooh, ooh)
Holding they mouth, shocked as fuck
I had to just get that boy out (Get away)
And now there's blood on my Tim's
Snitches calling 1-800 crime stoppers
When they see me, they like (Ooh, ooh)
'Cause they want that thousand dollars
And not only that
Police will die to catch a fucking collar (Get away)
[Verse 3]
And I'm out here
Ain't no telling when I'll be back
Get rid of this gat
Dawg, you know I flew (Ooh, ooh)
Hell out of dodge
**** 'bout this paper
Ain't no time to be sitting behind bars
[Verse 4]
I got to get away
But fuck that
Never let a **** take me out of my zone
If he trying to blow it go (Ooh, ooh)
With no remorse, kid, it's the cold-hearted
Queens ****, grimey, retarded, you now (Get away)
Well, fuck that
Never let a **** take me out of my zone
If he trying to blow it go (Ooh, ooh)
With no remorse, kid, it's the cold-hearted
Queens ****, grimey, retarded, you now (Get away)
[Verse 5]
'Cause I'm not playing
I'm banging hammers on ****
Put hands on that **** like (Ooh, ooh)
Just beat shit out you
I brawl like an animal
Your whole team scrambling (Get away)
[Verse 6]
When we come through pushing new trucks
Bitches be pushing and shoving to look at us
They go (Ooh, ooh)
You take a good look, bitch
It might be the last time you see gangsters like this
[Verse 7]
Then (Get away)
'Cause somebody 'bout to die
And it's gon' be a stampede when them shots fly (Ooh, ooh)
Rip that ****, you know?
RIP, your soul just lift up and (Get away)
You out of here, ****
I'll see you on that other side, bye, **** (Ooh, ooh)
Families cry rivers
Courtesy of my ****, we terrorize rappers
[Verse 8]
I got to get away
But fuck that
Never let a **** take me out of my zone
If he trying to blow it go (Ooh, ooh)
With no remorse, kid, it's the cold-hearted
Queens ****, grimey, retarded, you now (Get away)
[Verse 9]
No doubt
It's either me or you
Believe me, dawg
Know a **** like you ain't got shit to lose (Ooh, ooh)
[Verse 10]
But you walking that thin line
I'm clapping you first time for a motherfucker trying (Get away)
To put it past me
That ass'll be bleeding somewhere like a hemophiliac, exactly (Ooh, ooh)
Before it's too late, go at your gut
You ain't a gangster, and yes, you could get touched (Get away)
[Verse 11]
Saw it before, the Henny was talking
It wasn't him, but you know the nine stopped that (Ooh, ooh)
I swear these **** like bitches
Why is that?
'Cause these **** always laying on they back
[Verse 12]
I got to get away
Well, fuck that
Never let a **** take me out of my zone
If he trying to blow it go (Ooh, ooh)
With no remorse, kid, it's the cold-hearted
Queens ****, grimey, retarded, you now (Get away)
[Verse 13]
(Get away)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Get away)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Get away)
Written by: Albert Johnson, Holroyd, Kejuan Muchita, Lamont Porter

