積分
演出藝人
Lil Gnar
聲樂
Josh Petruccio
編程
Taz Taylor
編程
詞曲
Caleb Sheppard
詞曲創作
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
詞曲創作
Josh Petruccio
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Josh Petruccio
製作人
Clinton “HeadAche” Walker III
混音師
Taz Taylor
製作人
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yes, ah it's a Testarossa
Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
100 bands won't fold
[Verse 2]
Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yes, ah it's a Testarossa
I got a roli, plain jane
I might flood the whole face
Sip the tec, yeah for my anxiety
Gnarcotic gang, yeah the fam, yeah that's what I bleed
Guns out, run down all my enemies
Say you love me, don't believe me need to see some things
And I see some things, that you won't believe
Gang with me bring the beef, just like Applebee's
Hit the boof, cuttin' loof feel like therapy
Fake friends switched up, I won't bless you
Gold digger ho, want some bands try the next dude
[Verse 3]
I won't bless you, nah
I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah
I won't bless you
[Verse 4]
I might die for this, really believe it's my time for this
Not from earth, some other shit, waitin' on my mothership
I'm the man now, yeah I got some bands now
Never had no handouts
You can have my whole town
Suck the gang dick 'cause she think we famous
People sayin' I made it
Only thing that changed is, changin' whips
Gnar and his latest shit
Stainless guwop, my loaded shit
Won't ever catch me in the VIP
Unless I'm paid to be there
Shittin' on you on you ****
Gnarlysick is diarrhea
Brought a 'rari to the hood
To let the homie drive it
Chopper sing Mariah
I would never lose it
Momma raised a fighter
Bring the gas out
I'ma need a lighter
[Verse 5]
I won't bless you, nah
I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah
I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah
I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah
I won't bless you
100 bands and you gotta hit the next dude
100 bands and you gotta hit the next dude
[Verse 6]
Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yes, ah it's a Testarossa
I got a roli, plain jane
I might flood the whole face
Sip the tec, yeah for my anxiety
Gnarcotic gang, yeah the fam, yeah that's what I bleed
Guns out, run down all my enemies
Say you love me, don't believe me need to see some things
And I see some things, that you won't believe
Gang with me bring the beef, just like Applebee's
Hit the boof, cuttin' loof feel like therapy
Fake friends switched up, I won't bless you
Gold digger ho, want some bands try the next dude
[Verse 7]
I won't bless you, nah
I won't bless you
Written by: Caleb Sheppard, Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr., Josh Petruccio
