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Çıkış Tarihi21 Ocak 2022
Firmawes
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM75

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wesley Tiku
Wesley Tiku
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wesley Tiku
Wesley Tiku
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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dulio
Producer
Rision
Rision
Producer

Şarkı sözleri

Ha
Ha, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh)
Brrr (Ooh)
Hmmm
Bands (Yeah, damn)
Bands, they keep multiplying
Run on gang, man, you know you dying
5.56 rounds, yeah, they gon' fly (Phew)
Bullet hit his ass from a birdseye (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
These hoes, they so fake, see from my third eye
My shooter got aim even though he crosseyed
We gon' make him famous, he a dead guy (Boom, boom, boom)
And we got them rockets, they on standby
This **** trippin', what's up with you?
I'm finna pour me a cup or two
You got a rock, that's a W
I walk around with that W
If he had a gun, what would you do?
Baby, I'm finna stop fuckin' wit' you
Fuckin' them twins, they comin' in two
I got a choppa, I'm lettin' it loose
I'm finna spend that boy advance
Yeah, I done took his bitch, he mad, damn (Yeah)
Prada my fit, damn, I'm on the lamb (I'm on the lamb, yeah)
.762's and .9's, they won't jam (It won't jam)
I got a white plug in Cali', his name Sam (Haha)
Walk in CVS, bein' polite, "Ma'am" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm at a point in my life where I'm sippin' on drink and I can't even stop (Can't even stop)
I'm in the crib sippin' on Wock' (Yeah, Wock')
Told my teacher how much I make, her jaw dropped (Dropped)
Her jaw dropped (Beep, beep, beep, beep)
I might just fuck on a Monday (Yeah), I go through rubber bands
You gon' be there one day, I went up, it's a hunnid bands
I get the guap, that's obvious (Ha)
I'm finna fuck on a college bitch (Ha)
I throw a rack in the audience
I'm goin', no, there ain't stoppin' shit
Bands (Yeah, damn)
Bands, they keep multiplying
Run on gang, man, you know you dying
5.56 rounds, yeah, they gon' fly (Phew)
Bullet hit his ass from a birdseye (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
These hoes, they so fake, see from my third eye
My shooter got aim even though he crosseyed
We gon' make him famous, he a dead guy (Boom, boom, boom)
And we got them rockets, they on standby
Written by: Wesley Tiku
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