音乐视频

制作

出演艺人
DaBaby
DaBaby
演唱
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
演唱
SethInTheKitchen
SethInTheKitchen
Programming
作曲和作词
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
词曲作者
Ross Joseph Portaro IV
Ross Joseph Portaro IV
词曲作者
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
词曲作者
制作和工程
SethInTheKitchen
SethInTheKitchen
制作人
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
混音工程师
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
助理混音工程师
Liz Robson
Liz Robson
录音工程师
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
录音工程师
Glenn A Tabor III
Glenn A Tabor III
母带工程师
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
助理混音工程师

歌词

Woo, woo I pull up like How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh) How you pull up? I pull up (woo, Seth in the kitchen) Let's go Brand-new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (woo) You better let me go the day you need me (woo) Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (woo) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop It's safe to say I earned it Ain't a nigga gave me nothin' (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to hop out on a nigga, get to bustin' Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay" Don't make me push the button Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a fuckin' bucket Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper I got a big drum, it hold a 100, ain't goin' for nothin' I'm ready to air it out on all these niggas, I can see 'em runnin' Just talked to my mama She hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son Was always guaranteed to get the money (okay, let's go) She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a nigga I'ma pull it out and shoot (boom) PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu My daughter a G She saw me kill a nigga in front of her before the age of two And I'll kill another nigga too 'Fore I let another nigga do somethin' to you Long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different Daddy love you (yeah, yeah) Let's go Brand-new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (woo) You better let me go the day you need me (woo) Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (yeah) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop (yeah, yeah) Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban 'Cause the codeine had a young nigga swervin' I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my jersey Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman You fool me one time, you can't cross me again 1200 horsepower, I get lost in the wind If he talkin' on the yard, the pen' dogs'll take his chin Maybach SUV for my refugees Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station Had it on me, 30 thousand, thought it was my last day But they ain't even want no smoke If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote Let's go Brand-new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (woo) You better let me go the day you need me (woo) Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (woo) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Ross Joseph Portaro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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