Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Quez
Young Quez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Tyree Pittman
Tyree Pittman
Songwriter
Kimetrius Foose
Kimetrius Foose
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CruufromtheNorth
CruufromtheNorth
Producer
BeatsByMax
BeatsByMax
Producer
KCG Beats
KCG Beats
Producer
Mystro Exclusive
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
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