積分
詞曲
Brandon W
詞曲創作
Brandon S
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
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製作人
Brandon W
工程師
Brandon S
工程師
歌詞
Big gang
We tote big sticks
Just like oragatan
Up the 40 then ima smile
I Guess I'm insane
Ditch the blick in CT
I got some brothers that gone up for me
Cracka' tryna say sum slick, But try to run from me
What's it gone be
Tryna get all up in my face
But bitch you gone see
Tuckin' on an M but at the end I'll add a 14
My choppa finna have sum fucking babies grab the morphine
We got the sequence on the board but it ain't never changing
Slap a pussy opp around just cuz he misbehaving
We got the clips up with the stick just like this bitch was shavin'
But that's what he gone get when he gone fuck round imitating
We banging his door down
Hold up
We grabbing his bag now
Pussy bitch he ain't thinking slick cuz we hit a lick now who the clown
You been duckin'up
And fuckin' up
I fucked around and got my money up
You fucking stupid cuz I took your trophy
Uh
World Cup
Cup of red Fanta with the wedding cake
I'm just tryna make sure all my brothers eat the fancy way
Yeah they coming up just like the jump man Michael Jordan way
Got the red dots on the beams now you ain't finna get a way
Big gang
We tote big sticks
Just like oragatan
Up the 40 then ima smile
I Guess I'm insane
Ditch the blick in CT
I got some brothers that gone up for me
Cracka'tryna say sum slick, But try to run from me
What's it gone be
Tryna get all up in my face
But bitch you gone see
Tuckin' on an M but at the end I'll add a 14
My choppa finna have sum fucking babies grab the morphine
Thought a fuck nigga said sum
Hotter than a tantrum
Passed his bitch back to him
Pussy dry like a sandstorm
Breathe and get yo face popped
Ain't no time to brainstorm
And God still dead hoe
What the fuck you praying for?
My broadie dissed me in a song I let it slide
I kept quiet cuz the last cracker that spoke on me had died
I mean literally
Fucked his bitch and put that ass shot on my Spotify
Niggas envy me
When he mentioned me
He put a gun to his dome
Cried like a bitch
Now a nigga history
Still don't mean shit to me
Words will get whacked nigga
Watch how you speak to me
I left church years ago
Demons taking over me
I'm the type to get yo bitch pregnant
Then stab at her ovaries nigga
Big gang
We tote big sticks
Just like oragatan
Up the 40 then ima smile
I Guess I'm insane
Ditch the blick in CT
I got some brothers that gone up for me
Cracka' tryna say sum slick, But try to run from me
What's it gone be
Tryna get all up in my face
But bitch you gone see
Tuckin' on an M but at the end I'll add a 14
My choppa finna have sum fucking babies grab the morphine
Writer(s): Brandon W
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