Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trap Dickey
Vocals
Georgiy Kravchenko
Programming
Timofey Isaev
Programming
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Preston Adams
Songwriter
Travis Dickey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
M3RY
Producer
Blastybeatz
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
M3RY feels that shit
Yo, Blasty goin' up
Boom, boom, boom
IMixNation, for real
[Verse 1]
Okay, who them boys makin' noise? Choppas look like baby toys
Cousin in the trap, he sellin' work, but he still unemployed
Hit a **** like I'm Jones Jr, **** Uncle Roy
Burn these **** for real, these **** don't know we known to keep a torch (LA Gang)
Gettin' money, real racks holder (Boom)
**** know we put that shit up on the floor just like in Magnolia
Hit a **** up, you know I'm that soldier
Okay, disrespect my name and LA Gang will get you whacked over (Boom)
In the trenches, shit don't get no older (Trap)
Them **** dick ridin', I can see them clique-in' up just like some damn promoters (Gang)
Huh, 'migo trappin' off a Motorola (Boom)
Two hundred thousand on the road, we smokin' dro, you gotta keep it cordial
[Chorus]
All them hittas fuckin' with me, I know **** still hidin'
Tell them **** get up with me 'cause they know they can't get beside me
They can't even go around me, **** know that we the hottest
Ain't no **** fuckin' with me, they know we the trendin' topic
All them hittas fuckin' with me, I know **** still hidin'
Tell them **** get up with me, 'cause they know they can't get beside me
[Verse 2]
Beat the bowl, off the stove, bullshit like he D Rose
Runnin' shit just like the Pope, **** rats and bitches fold
Posted at the 24, **** servin' high's and low's
**** 12, catch a shell, make you choose who side you on
**** ain't gon' kill 'bout it, serve a couple years 'bout it
Blood, sweat, and drills, a couple tears, told you **** I'm a
Gettin' money, real racks holder (Boom)
**** know we put that shit up on the floor just like in Magnolia
Hit a **** up, you know I'm that soldier
Okay, disrespect my name and LA Gang will get you whacked over
[Chorus]
All them hittas fuckin' with me, I know **** still hidin'
Tell them **** get up with me 'cause they know they can't get beside me
They can't even go around me, **** know that we the hottest
Ain't no **** fuckin' with me, they know we the trendin' topic
[Verse 3]
Shawty keep a friend with her, always keep a cup with me
Shawty started a Hellcat, all I did was fuck up a V
I don't take the rubber off, she tryna make another me
I ain't never givin' my kids candy, I want them to stay sucker free
They put lil' bro on probation, on color code, they hate when you gotta piss
And that **** be spun, my talent good but Shabby dropped the blick
Took the whole pill today, ain't break it in half, ain't come down, I'll admit
Most of the members I know who still exist, why start it 'bout a bitch?
She put it inside Balenci runners, gotta pack, got the game made
He wanna be a lil' transparent, ****, I ain't nothin' like Dwyane Wade
I took the lid off the pint bottle, codeine makin' me feel great
Startin' to feel like a killer whale, I gotta see how the seel taste
My lil' bro got a couple hats, he coulda worked at the Lids place
Talkin' to twin on the jail phone, notice whatever the feds say
[Chorus]
All them hittas fuckin' with me, I know **** still hidin'
Tell them **** get up with me 'cause they know they can't get beside me
They can't even go around me, **** know that we the hottest
Ain't no **** fuckin with me, they know we the trendin' topic
All them hittas fuckin' with me, I know **** still hidin'
Tell them **** get up with me 'cause they know they can't get beside me
[Outro]
Ain't no **** fuckin' with us, come and say I still got it
Fuck her then I jetted on her, she think I'm a real pilot
Say that she love a ****, I don't know how to feel about it
It just look like Saks Fifth when you walk in my room and closet
Written by: Georgiy Kravchenko, Ryan Preston Adams, Timofey Isaev, Travis Mark' Anthony Dickey