制作
出演艺人
SleazyWorld Go
声乐
Beezo
打击乐
作曲和作词
Joseph Isaac
词曲作者
Bishop Grinnage
词曲作者
Louis Bordeaux
词曲作者
Brendan Walsh
词曲作者
Mark a Andrews
词曲作者
Tamir Ruffin
词曲作者
EARL SIMMONS
词曲作者
Phillip Weatherspoon
词曲作者
制作和工程
Beezo
制作人
Non Native
制作人
Eric Stuart
混音工程师
Alec Ness
母带工程师
Louis Bordeaux
制作人
Turbo
制作人
Ronnie Jackson
沉浸式混音工程师
歌词
[Intro]
Run that back, Turbo
[Chorus]
What they really want from a ****?
What the fuck these **** want from me, huh?
What they really want from a ****?
I feel like I gotta chase a **** down or somethin', the fuck? (Aye, what they want?)
What they really want from a ****?
Aye, what you want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a ****?
What they want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a ****?
[Verse 1]
.22s, .25s, .380s, 9s (Nina)
.40s, .45s, new gens, all kinds
Choppas and Ks, these bitches go both ways (Shit)
Glock lined his ass up, he got cut but no fade
Sticks, drums, semis, fullies (Huh, come on)
KRISS Vecs, Uzis, TECs (Come on, oh)
5.56, 7.62s (6, 2)
We put shit to bed, leave **** on snooze
We chase shit down, get up close with it (Close with it)
The choppa don't fit, you gotta wear a coat with it (Wear a coat with it)
She ain't no real headhunter if she don't choke with it (If she don't choke with it)
Ask for the dick, now baby, tell me what ya want with it
[Chorus]
What they really want from a ****?
What the fuck these **** want from me, huh?
What they really want from a ****?
I feel like I gotta chase a **** down or somethin', the fuck? (Aye, what they want?)
What they really want from a ****?
Aye, what you want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a ****?
What they want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a ****?
[Verse 2]
Dawg, what they really want, what they want from me? (What they want from me?)
So many sticks up in these Glocks, feel like we Chinese (Yeah)
Same gen, glizzy twins, these bitches Siamese (Twins)
Spin on a opp in his bitch whip, do 'em like Tyrese (Do 'em like Tyrese)
Do 'em like "Baby Boy," we play with sticks, no joy
Send this shit to the morgue, send this shit to the moon (Moon)
Way we sweep shit up with these Glocks, these bitches worse than broom
Hot ****, feel like I'm Bobby Shmurda, get a **** boomed
See, last opp got caught leavin' the neighborhood store (Come out)
Tryna eat candy, the shots got stuck in his throat
If you up it, better blow, but I'm a shooter, I don't choke (Choke)
We been fuckin' up the opps, this what they want, huh?
[Chorus]
What they really want from a ****?
What the fuck these **** want from me, huh?
What they really want from a ****?
I feel like I gotta chase a **** down or somethin', the fuck? (Aye, what they want?)
What they really want from a ****?
Aye, what you want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a ****?
What they want from me, what they want from me?
What they really want from a ****?
Written by: Bishop Grinnage, Brendan Walsh, Chandler Great, Earl Simmons, Joseph Isaac, Louis Bordeaux, Luis Campozano, Mark a Andrews, Phillip Weatherspoon, Tamir Ruffin

