Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Scarr
Big Scarr
Vocals
Real Red
Real Red
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Woods
Alexander Woods
Songwriter
Jorres Nelson
Jorres Nelson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Real Red
Real Red
Producer
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Red Dead, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bruh (whoa) Whoa (Frozone), whoa (Frozone), let's go (Frozone) Big Frozone (let's go) I'm him, I'm who they want to be (let's go, let's go) Let's go (let's go) Whoa (whoa) I drop a bag and they go catch a body (go get it) My bitch is too bad, I bought her a new body (new bitch) Scat Pack the Charger, this bitch a wide body (do it again) Smokin' dead niggas, I call 'em exotic (do it again) No Jaden Smith, we keep sticks like a riot (baow) Yeah, I rock me a show then re-up with the profit (yeah) I set the trend and these lil' niggas copy (yeah) I don't know why broke niggas make me the topic (boom) 30 racks stuffed in my pocket (boom) Strapped up with this rocket (boom), he dead if he think about robbin' (he dead) I'ma pull-up, get to sparkin', I'm not with the arguin', these rappin'-ass niggas be flockin' And it's gon' cost for a verse, if this rappin' don't work, then it's back puttin' bowls on the market (on God) Play with the gang, that's a curse, teddy bears on T-shirt, how you slide and ain't hit your target? (Huh?) Pull up in space coupe like a Martian (Martian) Hundred round drum on my gun like I'm marchin' (whoa) Put that shit on every day like I'm Martin (whoa) Trap out the 'partments 'til they call the marshalls (yeah) Catch me at Saks, no more shoppin' at Marshall's If it's a problem, gon' bome down and solve it (yeah) Designer bags when I make a deposit Pink patty Perc' and the Wock' got me dizzy and nauseous (whoa, whoa) Still hit the stage and I'll rock it (yeah) Know I gotta pop it (yeah) Water on me like a faucet (drip) Beat the trap up like I'm boxin' (wait, beat it up) Get on the beat and I, whoa Get on the beat and I walk it Sipping on Wock', this ain't coffee (no coffee) Ice on my neck like a Frosty (Frosty) Surrounded by bosses Talkin' broke shit, boy, you lost it (you lost it) Whoa (whoa) I drop a bag and they go catch a body (go get it) My bitch is too bad, I bought her a new body (new bitch) Scat Pack the Charger, this bitch a wide body (do it again) Smokin' dead niggas, I call 'em exotic (do it again) No Jaden Smith, we keep sticks like a riot (baow) Yeah, I rock me a show then re-up with the profit (yeah) I set the trend and these lil' niggas copy (yeah) I don't know why broke niggas make me the topic (boom) 30 racks stuffed in my pocket (boom) Strapped up with this rocket (boom), he dead if he think about robbin' (he dead) I'ma pull-up, get to sparkin', I'm not with the arguin', these rappin'-ass niggas be flockin' And it's gon' cost for a verse, if this rappin' don't work, then it's back puttin' bowls on the market (on God) Play with the gang, that's a curse, teddy bears on T-shirt, how you slide and ain't hit your target? Frozone (Big Grim Reaper Gang) 1818 (Snatch a nigga soul) can't get your soul back Let's go
Writer(s): Jorres D Nelson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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