積分

演出藝人
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
聲樂
席亞拉
席亞拉
聲樂
Johnny Wood
Johnny Wood
編程
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
編程
Young Cutta
Young Cutta
編程
詞曲
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
詞曲創作
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
詞曲創作
Jonathan Johannes Birkner
Jonathan Johannes Birkner
詞曲創作
Moses Barrett
Moses Barrett
詞曲創作
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
母帶工程師
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
混音師
Johnny Wood
Johnny Wood
製作人
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
製作人
Young Cutta
Young Cutta
製作人

歌詞

[Intro]
You don't eat, then you gon' be food
You gon' be on the plate
And we ain't tryna be lunchmeat
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
[Chorus]
You don't eat, then you're gonna be eaten
They gon' try say that you faking
This is about to get dangerous, please, baby, don't
Now they serving you at the arraignment
Ain't nothing to eat but some ramens
Finally just got in relations, but it didn't work
Gold earrings
Oh, Peggy Sue
Cold stepper
Go, baby rude
You don't eat, then you're gonna get eaten
They gon' try say that you faking
This is about to get dangerous, please, baby, don't
Now they serving you at the arraignment
Ain't nothing to eat but some ramens
I finally just got in relations, but it didn't work
Gold earrings
Oh, Peggy Sue
Cold stepper
Go, baby rude
[Verse 1]
The party is finally over
I figured you out, now it's over
You should look over your shoulder 'cause you gon' get murked
It's a lot of bodies falling, I got bodies, lots of souls
Bodies on my conscience, zombies calling for some more
Get down, get low, get low (Every day, it's hard to win)
Get down, get low, get low (Every day, it's hard to win)
Get down, get low, get low (Every day, it's hard to win)
Get down, get low, get low (Every day, it's hard to win)
[Refrain]
You're screeching in terror, it's haunting, you're screaming for shelter
Demons and steppers, I creep with the metal, I sleep with the Devil
[Verse 2]
Big Papa Petey, I'm a badass (Woo)
Been a bad motherfucker since first class (Brr)
First day of school, beat a **** ass (Ayy)
And then walked 'round the school without a hall pass (Ayy)
And ever since then, I been a street cat (Street cat)
Running 'round with the Gs with the seat back (Seat)
Yeah, big rim rolling on the Cadillac (Yeah)
Pistol on the seat so I can catch your hiding ho ass (Boy)
I'm not gon' play around with none of y'all (Nah)
Yin and I yang and then we drill the wall (To the window)
I done told you, now I'ma show you
Picked up my pieces, now I'm back to rockin' and rollin'
You never heard nothing like this in this bitch before
Me and Kodak going back to back, toe to toe
Fire's been lit on the fuse (Nah)
And the visual cut, it's gon' give you the blues (Ah)
[Chorus]
You don't eat, then you're gonna be eaten
They gon' try say that you faking
This is about to get dangerous, please, baby, don't
Now they serving you at the arraignment
Ain't nothing to eat but some ramens
Finally just got in relations, but it didn't work
Gold earrings
Oh, Peggy Sue
Cold stepper
Go, baby rude
[Refrain]
You're screeching in terror, it's haunting, you're screaming for shelter
Demons and steppers, I creep with the metal, I sleep with the Devil
Written by: Bill K. Kapri, Henry Lotas-Sherratt, Jonathan Johannes Birkner, Moses Barrett, Shane Lindstrom
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