Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Quez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Tyree Pittman
Songwriter
Kimetrius Foose
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CruufromtheNorth
Producer
BeatsByMax
Producer
KCG Beats
Producer
Mystro Exclusive
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Ayye im recording let me hit you right back you hear me
**** tried to say I’m back like I had left or sumn
Been ina trench dumpin pounds i been getn rid of this loud I think I’m def or sumn
Don’t call me to yo trap unless you tryna cop a brick or better
I been tryna rap but all my whole entourage da fuckin devil
I can’t hang wit rappers they might Jack em
You ain’t got yo gun bitch you trippin what tf I look like lackin
I’m a cold ****
I told lil bro everybody slimey we some nose pickers
They gone sneak attack we get up close and take a soul wit us
That Draco hit a flip a **** an take his clothes wit em
Hope they in a huddle when we rush up seen his bros wit em
Aye Guss stop tweakin wit dat pole ace on parole ****
Me & D on S when we b Pullin up to shows
Hop out wit dem 50s leave these this bitch hot as a stove
really Poppin Shìt fr we don’t just poppin Shìt in song
Told em it get wicked in my city in this zone
These **** ain’t neva popped they pistols tryna clone
Only time they eva up the score was on they phones
Ona gram dissin da dead **** know they dead wrong
**** know they ouda pocket
Told my **** bet nobody make a post
Until the city find a body
I just looked up ima mirror seen the realist **** eva
Cold blooded how that **** dancin wit da Devil
How dat boy a boss & he be runnin wit da steppaz
Im a rapper wit rock band we keep heavy metal.
I’m a rock star! The only work my opps put in was a shot car
These nigaz so sweet im Fina call these bitch pop tart
Dis draco break dance hit a **** and make em pop lock
We wet up yo block get dat bitch movin like some pop rock
Hop out get to clappin
**** scatter like some roaches
Better watch how you approach me I be runnin wit some vuture
They don’t wait til they shit dead doe
Better quit wit all dat wolfin
I done seen so many diss end up a damn post
Ion got smoke cuz i smoke mine quick as gram go
Ridin wit all these shot slidin bendin block I feel like I’m Rambo
& ain’t nobody played wit me not once they know
Blam poles
They can’t set a play cuz I ain’t slippin bout no hoe
Really I been pop Shìt so long make a opp respect it
I can get you popped I’ll make a call bet they go an stretch ya
Real boss ain say a word they just feel it when it’s real talk
I just nod my head bet they go an knock ya grill of
I just looked up ima mirror seen the realist **** eva
Cold blooded how that **** dancin wit da Devil
How dat boy a boss & he be runnin wit da steppaz
Im a rapper wit rock band we keep heavy metal.
I’m a rock star! The only work my opps put in was a shot car
These nigaz so sweet im Fina call these bitch pop tart
Dis draco break dance hit a **** and make em pop lock
We wet up yo block get dat bitch movin like some pop rock
Written by: Durk Banks, Kimetrius Foose, Tyree Pittman