音樂影片

積分

出演艺人
Calboy
Calboy
演唱
G Herbo
G Herbo
演唱
作曲和作词
Calvin Woods
Calvin Woods
词曲作者
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
词曲作者
Kingsley Izenwata
Kingsley Izenwata
词曲作者
Jack Gibson
Jack Gibson
词曲作者
制作和工程
Kashbeats
Kashbeats
混音工程师
Gibbo Beats
Gibbo Beats
联合制作人
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
母带工程师
Kash Beats
Kash Beats
制作人

歌詞

I found my purpose Niggas know I'm in first place Niggas broke, can't get no bread, that boy a bird brain Niggas dissin' me, might catch him in the worst way Kash, turn me up a little bit Niggas know I'm in first place Niggas broke, can't get no bread, that boy a bird brain Niggas dissin' me, might catch him in the worst way And my shawty gon' blow his candles out like birthday And my shooter's gun squad might pull up to your workplace Oh, yeah, ayy, I'm tryna count these bands I ain't talkin' 'bout bird gate, but I'm tryna hop in this bed On the block we lurkin', shoot a fuck nigga in the head Broke niggas make me nervous, I just wanna count these deads Fucked a bitch off this Perky, I ain't even count my meds Bitch, I ain't lackin', I grip this 30, nigga wan' tweak it', I'm sprayin' And I slide up in the trap and I found my purpose, I was tryna move these grams Had to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect, Unc like, "I'll be damned" I just been smokin' Gelato, I got a drill full of hollows I got a bitch, she a model, she wanna suck it and swallow Woke up one morning and [?] my niggas had popped me a bottle Now the whole gang pullin' up in them Bentleys, we used to be deep in the Tahoes I'm the man with the plan, with the bands in my hand and I still don't give no fuck If you stuck in that jam, you'd tell on your mans, don't talk to me 'bout no trust Rounds, rounds, we let 'em bust, wanna get wild? Then, nigga, it's up Smoke out the pound, nigga, I'm stuck, them killers around so you can get touched Fucked a bitch off this Perky, I ain't even count my meds Bitch, I ain't lackin', I grip this 30, nigga wan' tweak it', I'm sprayin' And I slide up in the trap and I found my purpose, I was tryna move these grams Had to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect, Unc like, "I'll be damned" Fucked a bitch off this Perky, I ain't even count my meds Bitch, I ain't lackin', I grip this 30, nigga wan' tweak it', I'm sprayin' And I slide up in the trap and I found my purpose, I was tryna move these grams Had to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect, Unc like, "I'll be damned" I'm in my bag and my Birkin, hope you don't take shit personal A nigga had to get rich on purpose, been tryna make shit work with you I was in too deep with gorillas, walk in the means with killers Now I'm in [?], tryna figure out somewhere the youngins can eat in the winter Born sinner, foreign whipper, Dior prince Had to switch up my old image, I'm a cold nigga I was frontline with most my hittas, I prolly roll with you Pussy, hangin' with who told, you ain't no different And when I get in mode, I can feel my soul shiftin' I been through so much shit, you might feel involved listenin' Gotta duck cops, know they wanna give us all sentences But I'm on a mission, the money gon' come [?] 'cause niggas was riskin' it Fucked a bitch off this Perky, I ain't even count my meds Bitch, I ain't lackin', I grip this 30, nigga wan' tweak it', I'm sprayin' And I slide up in the trap and I found my purpose, I was tryna move these grams Had to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect, Unc like, "I'll be damned" Fucked a bitch off this Perky, I ain't even count my meds Bitch, I ain't lackin', I grip this 30, nigga wan' tweak it', I'm sprayin' And I slide up in the trap and I found my purpose, I was tryna move these grams Had to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect, Unc like, "I'll be damned"
Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Kingsley Izenwata, Calvin Woods, Jack Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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