制作
出演艺人
22Gz
演唱
作曲和作词
Yanick St. Juste
词曲作者
Tyler Malone
词曲作者
Jeffrey Alexander
词曲作者
制作和工程
Yanick St. Juste
制作人
Tyler Malone
制作人
歌词
(Muddi Gold)
Grrt, word to my mother, I stay with a blicky
Sniper the Blixky
Word to my mother, I stay with a blicky, gang
I'm a gremlin, nigga, brrt
Ty 'bout no tie (4L, SG), bop, bop, bop bop
He say it's smoke, we gon' kick in the door (Gang, gang, gang)
Bitches beggin' me to take 'em on tour (Blicky, the—)
Jump in the, "Skrrt," throw it in sport (Rrah-rrah)
You hear that blick if he throwin' up forks (Throwin' up forks)
Age of 15 when I jumped off the porch
Bitch, I'm a Flatbush, Brooklyn, New York (Brooklyn, New York)
My treesh from the South said he from up North (He from up North)
Gallery, Louis, Amiri, Dior (Amiri, Dior)
Watch how you steppin', this ain't no Lacoste (Watch how you step)
Four pockets full, I don't care what it cost (Care what it cost)
You know I'm drippin' in Chrome, see the cross (See the cross)
You ain't tough where you from, you get sent to the store (Sent to the store)
Stepper keep clickin' 'til his finger sore
He ain't gon' get up once he hit the floor (He ain't gon' get up)
Brand new G-Locks, this a Gen4 (This a Gen4)
I got some hitters who ain't from New York (Ain't from New York)
Spray up your block, then they split up in four (Up in four)
Money and violence like this shit a sport (This shit a sport)
AR-15s like they playin' in Fort' (Playin' in Fort')
Make a wrong move, gon' get sent to the Lord (Sent to the Lord)
We used to shoot out of Honda Accords (Honda Accords)
Brodie a demon, he don't even talk (He don't even talk)
Blood'll get spilled, it don't matter the cost (Matter the cost)
Bitch, I'm a gremlin, come swim with the sharks (Sharks)
They ain't bitin', them niggas just bark (Niggas just bark)
He shouldn't have spoke on that death from the start (Pussy)
Left that boy in his whip, double-parked (Double-parked)
He was dissin', we catch him, we stoppin' his heart (Grrt, baow)
Do a hit on an opp, then depart (Hol' on)
Couple hollow tips penetrate, rip him apart (Hol' on, hol' on)
I get booked, then I'm spankin' a charge (Bop, bop, bop)
He say it's smoke, we gon' kick in the door (Gang, gang, gang)
Bitches beggin' me to take 'em on tour (Blicky, the—)
Jump in the, "Skrrt," throw it in sport (Rrah-rrah)
You hear that blick if he throwin' up forks (Throwin' up forks)
Age of 15 when I jumped off the porch
Bitch, I'm a Flatbush, Brooklyn, New York (Brooklyn, New York)
My treesh from the South said he from up North (He from up North)
Writer(s): Yanick St. Juste, Jeffrey Alexander
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