音乐视频

音乐视频

制作

出演艺人
Wee2Hard
Wee2Hard
表演者
Rob49
Rob49
表演者
作曲和作词
Ronnel Houston
Ronnel Houston
作曲
Robert Thomas
Robert Thomas
作曲
Zachary Mullett
Zachary Mullett
作曲
Thomas Heinz Kessler
Thomas Heinz Kessler
作曲
制作和工程
Kutta Beatz
Kutta Beatz
联合制作人
X-plosive
X-plosive
联合制作人

歌词

(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
She want Rick Owens, cool, I'll pay for that, P shit
On God, I'm OD solid, never ratted, go check my paperwork
He puttin' Ks at the end of gang, we see that boy, we spank him
Would've thought we used him for target practice, he took so many shots
"Wee, how much you worth?" I'm worth a lot, go add me up
50 thousand all blue, big bro came up off sellin' blues
If I ever catch my mans in traffic, bet I get on his ass
Interrogation room cold for all the **** who froze up
You lil' **** fishes, I'm a shark, y'all won't never last
Forever love all my animals, real one 'til I die
**** tried that shit and died and shit, put him in the sky
That hoe testin', tryna set me up, I got that switchy tucked
In the mall, I spend it all 'cause I know how to make it back
Forever loyal to my brother, never slime my mans out
Ain't a hatin' bone in my soul, I wanna see everybody win
Cleveland hoe done blocked my page, yeah, she mad at me again
I be hearin' that lil' slut shit in your songs, boy, you a bitch
I'll come through spinnin' lil' shits with that new brrr and light shit up
Like I work for Georgia Power, catch that boy, and knock his light
Heard that boy up 2-50, put a tracker on his 'Cat (come here, bitch)
She want Rick Owens, cool, I'll pay for that, P shit
On God, I'm OD solid, never ratted, go check my paperwork
He puttin' Ks at the end of gang, we see that boy, we spank him
Would've thought we used him for target practice, he took so many shots
"Wee, how much you worth?" I'm worth a lot, go add me up
50 thousand all blue, big bro came up off sellin' blues
If I ever catch my mans in traffic, bet I get on his ass (yeah, big 49, ay)
Interrogation room cold for all the **** who froze up (yeah)
50 thousand all blue, treat these new jewels like a costume, **** (yeah)
****, I'm a tycoon, make a P pops all in high school, **** (yeah)
This that Clase Azul, put a bad hoe in a good mood, **** (yeah)
He knowin' this a freak, but he still cuffed
So I ain't gon' say who, **** (yeah)
Hm, check it, I respect it (yeah)
Bitch, give me that backend, **** (give me that backend)
Hm, actin' like my daddy (yeah)
Trappin' like my daddy, **** (trappin' like my daddy)
Hm, bitch, I'm fresh to death (yeah)
That's a closed casket, **** (that's a closed casket)
Hm, button on the back (yeah)
That's an automatic, ****, hm (that's an automatic)
Shit, **** ain't spendin' nothin' (yeah)
I wanna buy my whole gang some new packs
Before this summer, **** (before this summer, ****)
**** keep sayin' they whiskin'
When they ain't even seen a hundred, **** (they ain't seen a hundred, ****)
Pulled up on that block like every day like Andre Drummond, ****, hm
She want Rick Owens, cool, I'll pay for that, P shit
On God, I'm OD solid, never ratted, go check my paperwork
He puttin' Ks at the end of gang, we see that boy, we spank him
Would've thought we used him for target practice, he took so many shots
"Wee, how much you worth?" I'm worth a lot, go add me up
50 thousand all blue, big bro came up off sellin' blues
If I ever catch my mans in traffic, bet I get on his ass
Interrogation room cold for all the **** who froze up
Written by: Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Robert Thomas, Ronnel Houston, Thomas Heinz Kessler, Zachary Mullett
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