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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CoachDaGhost
CoachDaGhost
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Culture Bermudez
Culture Bermudez
Songwriter
George Bakopoulos
George Bakopoulos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicholas Cavalieri
Nicholas Cavalieri
Mixing Engineer
Yozora
Yozora
Producer

Lyrics

Shine (Yozora) If I shot, and I missed, I apologize (don't miss) I done traumatized a lot of guys (a lot) We done made a lot of mommas cry (mom's) I know one day that I gotta die I'm the first one to shoot when it's time to ride Your man's dead, you ain't tryna slide They rappin' and cappin' 'bout homicides They was talkin' they shit, but now I arrived I know that they schemin' look in they eyes They know I'm a demon, they ain't surprised (devil) All the opps keep on lyin', I wonder why (I wonder) I keep a stick, I cannot go (big shine) You will get shot if you drop Choo (rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah) You'll probably die if you drop Folk Wipe your nose, then we swerve in a Tahoe (skrrt) Competition look nervous, they not close (shine) I keep a stick, I cannot go (shine, it's not gon' be easy) You will get shot if you drop Choo (don't do it, rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah) You'll probably die if you drop Folk Wipe your nose, then we swerve in a Tahoe Competition look nervous, they not close, shine I got plenty of hollows just for Costamado But I don't really want the cops to follow (I don't) So I'ma get the drop from a lil' thot She gon' line him, he get shot tomorrow And I know why he big mad (I know), 'cause the guys got one up on him, shine He a damn lie, he got shot, and his man's died with his gun up on him I can't wait 'til I finally run up on him (how you know?) He like .450, I keep hitters, they all sitchy, man, we don't gotta run up on him (free Smoke) Ayy, ayy, how the hell you a ghostbuster? I be tweakin' if he with his BM I'm fiendin', I'll fuck around and shoot the both of them, look (look) Now let's take a trip to the Foreign Side, let me know if you run into Fivio (let me know) Grab the shits, with the sticks, yeah, it's time to roll (it's time) He a goofy, I promise I'm just bein' honest I got it, you spot him, then I'ma blow (baow) It's about to get scary, just like his Amiri's (baow, baow) He chattin' and actin' like I don't know I'm a GD, I'm comin' in 3D So make sure you lock up your door, 'cause I be close, shine I'm Santa Claus, and this is Christmas (Christmas) So guess who's next on this hit list (shine) I know y'all never won't forget this (y'all won't) I'm a shark eatin' all the fishes They can bark, but it ain't vicious So please don't never get it twisted (don't) Mauley, please take the G out your name I thought you was Woo from the Floss (gang) Your own homie put his feet on your brain And he probably livin', 'cause it's you of course (course) Out of all of these cappin' rappers, did you ever think that I would ever show you remorse? And don't think you safe, 'cause you Woo from the Ville Shoots fired, gooey sauce Woo-K (rrah), y'all should've knew he lost Shine, I don't gotta prove he soft Hit his whip, and I'm cruisin' off (skrrt, zoom) Then I smoke me a spliff in the newest Porsche, shine Stop blowin' my high, is you ready to die? You know for the 6, I ride And we don't just die, yeah, we multiply, he givin' me 6iine vibes I'm a felon you know I ain't tellin', I'm Choo'n and no, I won't switch my sides (no) I thought I told you not to drop Folk (wha'?) I thought I told you not to drop Choo (drop Choo) I was searching and looking for Fivio (searchin') Fuck around and got addy on Gwuapo (wha'?) Yeah, he still complainin', and he still tryna be famous But bullets don't care if you hot, bro "Baby, you should take heat", that's the silly sounds of Jay Gwuapo We don't gotta kill him, look, we could just rob him and drill him And show him he not bro (not bro) We remove the cheese from his nachos, sike, we knock the meat out his tacos (tacos) And if you gettin' money, then why you condonin' the same shit that got Pop smoked? And I just find it funny, it's 2020, so stop reppin' a set that you're not, bro Baby, a lot of niggas really hate me (they do) I pop a Perc' and go crazy (yes, sir), spin the Ville, and look for Jay Dee, shine But the Choodie just hit me while I'm in pursuit And told me, "Jay Dee locked for a rape charge" (wha'?) And I'm not tryna say that he might get convicted But y'all know what happens in state yards (you might) For a rape charge? I swear to my momma, I hate y'all If they find another llama, that's 8, y'all I'ma start on a couple people that want me gone But I'ma shoot first, I'm a face card So I guess it's lookin' like 8, y'all, I'm lyin' I'm doin' the race, y'all (I'm out) It's a sign my soul keep on cryin', I'm liable to probably up it on Jakes, y'all Dead opps, I can see them in you, fuck a deal, I don't need a venue (I don't need) This a hit list, for the lit Crips and the fake Woos just to be continued
Writer(s): Culture Bermudez, George Bakopoulos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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