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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Scarr
Big Scarr
Vocals
Noc
Noc
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Woods
Alexander Woods
Songwriter
Raphael Oliveira
Raphael Oliveira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Laplant
Matt Laplant
Mixing Engineer
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Noc
Producer
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Whoa, mmm-mmm-mmm, Frozone Hahaha (What up, Noc?) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Hit the trap spot, watch me beat it up, uh (beat it up) She a freaky thot, watch her eat it up (eat it up) 'Fore we hit the block, hit the lights, yeah, we creepin' up, yeah (we creepin' up) We the reason these niggas teamin' up, uh (teamin' up, teamin' up) Automatic, hit him with a finisher, uh Big Glock on the stage, fuck a Dillinger (fuck a Dillinger) Heavyweight chopper knock 'em out, he ain't gettin' up, nope (he ain't gettin' up) Run off on the plug on the re-up, uh (on the re-up) Do it bareface, I ain't ski up, no (I ain't ski up) Drop top two-seater, can't keep up (can't keep up) Double R the gang, nigga, we the grim reapers (gang) Catch a opposition, have me runnin' like a cheetah (like a cheetah) Real trap nigga, taxin' pounds for a feature (pounds for a feature) I was in the field, you was sittin' in the bleachers (in the bleachers) Blue cheese, bankroll, pockets Velveeta (Velveeta) Uh (uh) and I had to take, man, fuck the EDD (fuck a EDD) Trap boomin' hard, 21 Jump Street Still in the trap with the P's on repeat B-B-Balenci' Track Runners, that's a pound of OG (OG) Just put a deuce of red in the sweet tea Use the Percocet 10's and the drank for me Move to slow, can't stand on my feet Like, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa (whoa, let's go), whoa, whoa (haha) Let's go (whoa) Hit the trap spot, watch me beat it up, uh (beat it up) She a freaky thot, watch her eat it up (she gon' eat it up) 'Fore we hit the block, hit the lights, yeah, we creepin' up, yeah (we creepin' up) We the reason these niggas teamin' up, uh (teamin' up, teamin' up) Automatic, hit him with a finisher, uh Big Glock on the stage, fuck a Dillinger (fuck a Dillinger) Heavyweight chopper knock 'em out, he ain't gettin' up, nope (he ain't gettin' up) Run off on the plug on the re-up, uh (on the re-up) Do it bareface, I ain't ski up, no (I ain't ski up) Drop top two-seater, can't keep up (can't keep up) Double R the gang, nigga, we the grim reapers (gang) Catch a opposition, have me runnin' like a cheetah (like a cheetah) Real trap nigga, taxin' pounds for a feature (pounds for a feature) I was in the field, you was sittin' in the bleachers (in the bleachers) Blue cheese, bankroll, pockets Velveeta (Velveeta) Uh, summer '18, yeah, let me take it back We was slidin', dumpin' on the opps out the Scat (out the Scat) Servin' out the bowl in a school backpack (school backpack) Take a nigga pole, he'll never get it back (get it back) Take a nigga soul, put his body in a bag (body in a bag) Ridin' 'round, stolo with a new paper tag (vroom) Do the whole dash, high-speed from the task (outta there) If rap don't work, I'm back to usin' my sources (my sources) Good dope sell itself, I ain't have to force it (I ain't have to force it) Just gotta check through another invoice (another invoice) It's a Hellcat, but I drive it like a toy (like a toy) Percs hittin' hard, you could hear it through my voice (blrrrd) Breakin' P's down in the hotel resort (in the resort) We love trappin' 'cause this rap shit borin' (This shit borin', shit lame, yeah, rap niggas lame) Hit the trap spot, watch me beat it up, uh (beat it up) She a freaky thot, watch her eat it up (she gon' eat it up) 'Fore we hit the block, hit the lights, yeah, we creepin' up, yeah (we creepin' up) We the reason these niggas teamin' up, uh (teamin' up, teamin' up) Automatic, hit him with a finisher, uh Big Glock on the stage, fuck a Dillinger (fuck a Dillinger) Heavy weight chopper knock 'em out, he ain't gettin' up, nope (he ain't gettin' up) Run off on the plug on the re-up, uh (on the re-up) Do it bareface, I ain't ski up, no (I ain't ski up) Drop top two-seater, can't keep up (can't keep up) Double R the gang, nigga, we the grim reapers (gang) Catch a opposition, have me runnin' like a Cheetah (like a Cheetah) Real trap nigga, taxin' pounds for a feature (pounds for a feature) I was in the field, you was sittin' in the bleachers (in the bleachers) Blue cheese, bankroll, pockets Velveeta (Velveeta) Cheese (uh-uh) Racks
Writer(s): Raphael Ramos Oliveira, Alexander Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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