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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Popp Hunna
Popp Hunna
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omir Bernard
Omir Bernard
Songwriter
Kobe Easter
Kobe Easter
Composer
Jacob Jaster
Jacob Jaster
Composer
Naujour Grainger
Naujour Grainger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacob Jaster
Jacob Jaster
Producer
Bentley10k
Bentley10k
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Salvador "Fatol Flow" Majail
Salvador "Fatol Flow" Majail
Mixing Engineer
Samuel Aaron
Samuel Aaron
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

This for the gang back home Hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, yeah Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm lonely Streets playing foul, I been losing all my homies Can't trust a soul, everybody actin' phony I'm not tryna die so I ride with it on me Spoil me with loyalty 'cause money ain't the issue Everything ain't fair when these niggas ain't official Niggas only call me when it's something beneficial Then they fucking wonder why my heart cold as a icicle Lied to my face, riding through this city, it ain't safe Gotta keep that forty on my waist 'Cause niggas wanna put me in the grave, on the gang Uh, I don't need no handout, I'ma get it on my own (my own) Niggas tryna takе my crown, wanna knock me off my throne (knock me off my-) Even if I movе right, niggas still do me wrong (still do-) I ain't really tryna die-die, can't put me on a headstone (put me on a-) Shit OD (ye), that's the main reason I be lowkey (ye) Lotta niggas really ain't my homies Had to take a step back (swish), Kobe (ye) Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm lonely Streets playing foul, I been losing all my homies Can't trust a soul, everybody acting phony I'm not tryna die so I ride with it on me Spoil me with loyalty 'cause money ain't the issue (issue) Everything ain't fair when these niggas ain't official (ain't official) Niggas only call me when it's something beneficial (beneficial) Then they fucking wonder why my heart cold as a icicle Ye, niggas fake, keep a heater, it get cold outside Sometimes I feel like I don't really know my guys Let the bass slap, niggas really cap, that's why I hate rap I'm dodgin' 5-0 and before I trust a nigga, I'll trust my pole Riding Bentayga before it was Murciélago 40 on me, don't need a Nina, got a bad bitch, you ain't seen her From the hood, they didn't believe us, you probably won't believe us It was a trophy, when I got it, went and copped my chain Lamb truck not panoramic, went and dropped my brain Convertible, I want more so I'ma cop Mulsanne You could look me in my eyes and tell I'm not no lame Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm lonely Streets playing foul, I been losing all my homies Can't trust a soul, everybody acting phony I'm not tryna die so I ride with it on me Spoil me with loyalty 'cause money ain't the issue Everything ain't fair when these niggas ain't official Niggas only call me when it's something beneficial Then they fucking wonder why my heart cold as a icicle Ye, niggas say they gon' bang-bang but they change-changed on the gang-gang How you say you gon' ride-ride when you really wanna switch lane-lanes I just wanna get my paper up, niggas not on the same page Not on the same thing, niggas ain't really gang-gang I really am a demon, I'm a thief in the night I am not no angel, I been sinnin' my whole life, uh Praying to Allah, I been tryna make shit right (uh) Tryna make shit right (uh), tryna change my life (uh) Shit OD, that's the main reason I be lowkey Lotta niggas really ain't my homies Had to take a step back (swish), Kobe Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm lonely Streets playing foul, I been losing all my homies Can't trust a soul, everybody acting phony I'm not tryna die so I ride with it on me
Writer(s): Omir Bernard, Jacob Jaster, Kobe Easter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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