Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
Ski Mask the Slump God
Ski Mask the Slump God
Vocals
Naddott
Naddott
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andreas Cristian Matura
Andreas Cristian Matura
Composer
Stokeley Goulbourne
Stokeley Goulbourne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Peter Jideonwo
Peter Jideonwo
Executive Producer
Naddott
Naddott
Producer

Lyrics

Ha (haha), demon time, nigga Yeah, gang, uh (gang, gang) Hell, give 'em hell (brr, bah) I got bells (bah, bah, bah), I got shells (bah) Shells (I'm shy, oh my God) Shoot a nigga up 'cause I ain't worried 'bout shit Diamonds on my neck and on my wrist I got lots of Perkys on me, shit (shit) Doin' ten with a ten, tryna win Tryna grin at the devil (at the devil) Bitch, I am a rebel, I don't give a fuck Talkin' all that shit, lil' bitch Then I pull up and shoot you up (brrah) Ayy, yeah, yeah, know my mind hella corrupt I get to that money, lil' nigga, on my brother (on my brother) You could never, huh, you could never motha' Fuck you and yours, you ain't really 'bout it Said he want some smoke with gang, but man, I really doubt it (doubt) Put some racks up on your head, lil' bitch', a hundred thousand (haha) Bitch, I'm fly (mwah), Ferragamo Falcon King of the jungle, y'all niggas buck, man, we really bouncin' OVO, Drake, and 40 bust, flamin' up on they houses (bah) I ain't never worry, but I know they worry about me Bitch, keep starin' (haha, keep starin'), keep starin' (ayy) Keep starin', ayy, keep starin' I don't even like to kickstand I get money, big bands We ain't playin', big grams in the blunt What you sayin'? (Hahaha) Man, what you sayin'? (What you sayin'?) Ayy, what you sayin'? (What, what you, what you, what you, what) Ayy, oh, what you sayin'? (What you sayin'?) (What, what you, what you, what) Ayy, oh, what you sayin'? (What you sayin'?) (What, what, what you, what) Ayy, oh, yeah Water, yuh (ayy) Yeah, like Zelda, bitch, I'm tryna link (tryna link) Faucet failure, I been breaking sinks Legendary like I am a sphinx (sphinx) At the ball with your bitch, a few drinks, and a mink Pink Panther skin-colored I think (I think, uh-huh) They don't understand the words that I link (I link) They be sleep like a Bill Cosby drink, yuh, huh (yuh) They know we lit, goddamnit (yuh) I'm up on Planet Namek (yuh) On demon time (yuh) They panic 'cause they thought a nigga was satanic (yuh, yuh, ayy) 'Cause we keep that tool like mechanic (hahaha) On Planet Drool with Lava Girl, you know we doin' damage (okay) Sausta, matter fact, Black Clover, bitch, I'm muthafuckin' Asta Money longer than a dread head on a Rasta Let's get this shit straight, I'm 'bout to fix your damn posture 'Til I'm at Heaven's gate, bitch I'ma stay smokin' (let's go, let's go, let's go) Yuh, yuh, opps, what did you say? (Woo) Just like an animal, just like a cannibal Your bitch out here suckin' meat every day (okay) I'm on a pedestal, never go federal Eating that cake like I'm damn anime (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Smokin' that zaza out here in LA We the one blowing up like some grenades (let's go) Bitch, keep starin' (haha), keep starin' (okay) Keep starin', ayy (keep starin'), keep starin' I don't even like to kickstand I get money, big bands (yuh) We ain't playin', big grams in the blunt (yuh, yuh) What you sayin'? (What you sayin'?) Man, what you sayin'?
Writer(s): Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne, Igor Mamet, Peter Jideonwo, Michael Lamar White Ii, Hunter Roberts, Matt Bosley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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