制作
出演艺人
Hustle Gang
表演者
作曲和作词
Elliot Stroud
作曲
Djuan Hart
作曲
Frazier Thompson
作曲
Adam Williams
作曲
制作和工程
Elliot Stroud
制作人
Elliot Carter
录音工程师
歌词
[Verse 1]
Your crew ain't no killers
Your hitters ain't hit shit
Huh, what's your bodycount, ****?
Y'all **** don't lift shit
[Verse 2]
Uh, hard east in the clip
Them bitches be some sick dicks
E'ry **** made my hit list
Got scratched off like a Quick Pick
[Verse 3]
You're not a gangster or a crook
Put down the gun, get a book
You just a dummy with some fire
That's why you shoot and don't look
[Verse 4]
Smile soldier, no train
That how a kid get hit
Sucker living in the real
That how wig get split
[Verse 5]
Uh, they say that's the shooters
I don't believe these ****
This ain't St. Hilda's
Well, I don't need these hitters
[Verse 6]
Nah, don't need these hitters
Thugging turned me to a killer
Tryna flush 'em like a shitter
Fire coming through your pillow
[Verse 7]
Bet I make a **** kwief
Hunnid fifty in the stig
I'm just tryna get your fix
Put this all up in your mix
[Verse 8]
Anywhere I go, I'm pipe down
Play with the truth and get wiped down
If I go to beef and I bite down
Pull up on you, black out like it's lights down
[Verse 9]
Ski mask and a driver
Card tricking for a coast
Let them youngins go to work
They just here to get you off
[Verse 10]
Why you playing with a boss?
You ain't graduate the corner
Keep on moving in the new whip
Truck'll beat you to a coma
[Verse 11]
Get your bitch 'cause I was older
Headshot her, she a domer
When I'm done, I'm getting lost
Sorry for you, I'm a loner
[Verse 12]
I don't care 'bout to miss 'em
Every dime, you know we ran them
Game flyer than a jet
I just need a place to land them
[Verse 13]
I got a stig, let it hit
I'm finna talk my shit
Run up on me get, brr
Holes all in your feet
[Verse 14]
Run up on me, get hit
Let me talk my shit
Bet I talk with this stig
I ain't tryna hit shit
[Verse 15]
Head out out to my man home
I'ma shoot y'all and some
When I pull up with the stig
We gon' hold you for ransom
[Verse 16]
My gun shaking, hold me
They trap thinks I got a nosebleed
Like, part, ****, you can't hold me
[Verse 17]
Try to turn up on me, you get shot in the mouth
We ain't playing, bitch, not in the South
I kill you outside but not in the house
I got respect for my mama but not for your spouse
[Verse 18]
I tie that bitch up and rape her too
Bitch, show me the bricks the boy got in the couch
22 in your stomach and, bitch, one in the leg
Keep squirming around and get one in the head
[Verse 19]
Boy, I'm gon' out you, I don't know nothing 'bout you
It's Hustle Gang, you killin' by who?
'Bout to pull quick 'cause y'all ain't doing shit
I load the machine gun up, out you
[Verse 20]
I got a stig, let it hit
I'm finna talk my shit
Run up on me, get brrr
Holes all in your feet
[Verse 21]
Run up on me, get hit
Let me talk my shit
Bet I talk with this stig
I ain't tryna hit shit
[Verse 22]
I got a stig, let it hit
I'm finna talk my shit
Run up on me, get brrr
Holes all in your feet
[Verse 23]
Run up on me, get hit
Let me talk my shit
Bet I talk with this stig
I ain't tryna hit shit
Written by: Adam Williams, Djuan Hart, Elliot Stroud, Frazier Thompson
