Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
$NOT
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Pitts
Songwriter
Edy Edouard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bwser
Producer
Jootsu
Producer
Adrian 'Adot' Merino
Recording Engineer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Chill Bwser, chill)
[Instrumental]
Go
[Chorus]
Hmmm (Go)
In a bulletproof black Tahoe
We gon' box 'em up wholesale like it's Costco
Dash like I'm Roscoe
Fuckin' on your ho, we the Bang Bros (Woo)
This a Glock, we don't even name bro
We is not the same bro (Huh)
[Verse 1]
Open up your eyes, let 'em inside
Even in the night, see the angels cry (Oh)
(What did you say to me?)
[Verse 2]
She said, "I'm proud of you"
I don't wanna lie to you
Calling out your name when I'm down
Blow 'em out the brain
Show 'em no mercy when all you know is pain
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (B-b-b-boom)
We drop them down, put you in the field (Go)
Like a Navy SEAL, I'm going straight for the kill
Fighting all my demons in a past life
This gon' be the last time
Told my shorty I just wanna die (Fuck)
Toe tag, body bag, you pay the price (Sit up)
Give a fuck what a **** say, they gon' die (Fuck)
Got the choppas, we gon' put you down, take your life (Huh)
What your problem is? I'll put you on the list alright (Fuck)
I'll roll you like a fuckin' blunt and smoke you, now I'm high
Looking at a mirror like, "Fuck, who am I?" (Who that?)
Fuckin' on your bitch, she love it when she taking pipe (Huh)
Love a mean bitch 'cause that pussy too nice
[Bridge]
Toe tag, body bag, you pay the price (Go)
Give a fuck what a **** say, they gon' die
[Chorus]
Hmmm (Give a fuck what a **** say, they gon' die)
In a bulletproof black Tahoe
We gon' box 'em up wholesale like it's Costco
Dash like I'm Roscoe
Fuckin' on your ho, we the Bang Bros (Woo)
This a Glock, we don't even name bro
We is not the same bro (Huh)
Open up your eyes, let 'em inside
Even in the night, see the angels cry (Oh)
(What did you say to me?)
[Outro]
Hmmm (Go)
In a bulletproof black Tahoe
We gon' box 'em up wholesale like it's Costco
Dash like I'm Roscoe
Fuckin' on your ho, we the Bang Bros (Woo)
This a Glock, we don't even name bro
We is not the same bro (Huh)
Open up your eyes, let 'em inside
Even in the night, see the angels cry (Oh)
Written by: Christian Pitts, Composer Unknown, Edy Edouard, Yael Mouhamadou
