Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Vocals
Dubba-AA
Dubba-AA
Programming
Mike Laury
Mike Laury
Programming
The Lottery
The Lottery
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Lockhart
Aaron Lockhart
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
William Golden Mosley Jr.
William Golden Mosley Jr.
Songwriter
Mike Laury
Mike Laury
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Wilson
Charlie Wilson
Engineer
Dubba-AA
Dubba-AA
Producer
Mike Laury
Mike Laury
Producer
The Lottery
The Lottery
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(I need to talk to Mike Laury) (Yeah, you got Mike Laury) (Dubba-AA flex) (Winning lottery numbers coming up) I can't quit (quit) at all, at all I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt) at all, at all On my soul at all, at all Stay the same as my pain grow Ride 'round wit' my bros (this is the sound) Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go Ten M's up nigga, let's go He a dread head, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store On three different drugs tryna take- Away my pain, but it's still gon' flow Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope On the highway, out the window do some' Need it my way, bam, bam, shoot some' He a head hunter rude bwoy, trust nothin' She got a nice round bum, but can't pay her nails Do a hit real sick, it be cold the wholе summer I can't figure how she comin', I'ma givе her to my mama And the minute I'ma cut a nigga, knowin' I'm a slime him Everything goin' bad, you can trust him, still time him Niggas be rappin', we be shootin' at the bitch Sound of the stick goin' "Boom" when it hit Sound of the smoke, real loud when it's lit Still let it out with a crowd in our midst Black car, matte stick, I'm it Don't pick die, if you try one trick Right gang, but she say, "Wrong bitch" Young rich nigga, he done took a wrong fix Overdose, can't shake back, no Harbor freight, get the jack from the sto' White trace, that's a whole lotta snow Ridin' 'round with Kirk, with a .30 and a pole With a young bitch, she don't want me, it's vivid But I don't need her hand when I'm runnin' up Benji's Real deal business, this real blood business Really spill those, dead bodies in the trenches Real slime, they was my partner for a minute Contract from my brother when them hollows got up in it Dodgin' bullets in the car when them shottas sent them in it All praise to Allah, one was dead in less than a 60 We gon' burn 'em for real, leave 'em dead if he miss You can aim when you shot at them, fuck with my bodies I'ma floor my engine, take lots of narcotics Why they cookin' 'em rocks? Die protectin' that body Through the house, the aroma, it covered the closet I don't say that ain't me, but I still want kindness I'ma fly out this bitch to whoever come catch Police ran in this bitch, don't say nothin' about it I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better With my life, but take narcotics with my life Collect these bodies, with your life, send it to the Most High Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it Nigga ran off, tell me what you do 'bout it? You don't know off the dome shit, can't write With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight Bullets start playin' round with 'tention, got focused Got another pack rolled up, he gon' smoke it Ten grand, twenty grand, all night scope We're up all day high, we're up all day slow I can't quit, at all, at all I ain't hurt, at all, at all On my soul, at all, at all Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go Ten M's up nigga, let's go He a dread head, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store On three different drugs tryna take Away my pain, but it's still gon' flow Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope Heard him steady talkin' 'bout Top, let me shoot him, no I can't teach a nigga shit, I can make it out him I ain't need no tutor, been advanced for the road Doped up, two or three tools goin' shows 40 on my teeth and two hunnid for my pole Three hunnid for my car, extra sneak's for the longest I be runnin' to the money soon as it reach my phone I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better With my life, but take narcotics with my life Collect these bodies, with your life, send it to the Most High Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it Nigga ran off, tell me what you do 'bout it? You don't know off the dome shit, can't write With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight I can't quit, at all, at all I ain't hurt, at all, at all On my soul, at all, at all Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go Ten M's up nigga, let's go He a dread head, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store On three different drugs tryna take Away my pain, but it's still gon' flow Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Aaron Lockhart, Michael Laury, William Mosley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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