收錄於

積分

演出藝人
Raq baby
Raq baby
聲樂
DB Donny
DB Donny
聲樂
詞曲
Brian Bedford
Brian Bedford
作詞
Donny Lee Alexander
Donny Lee Alexander
作曲
Dezeioun Crudup
Dezeioun Crudup
作曲
製作與工程團隊
Joe “Don” Donahue
混音師
Dezeiioun
Dezeiioun
製作人

歌詞

(How the fuck you say your name, twin?)
I don't know how the fuck you say it, ****
Young **** jumped off the porch, ready to shoot shit, know it get dangerous
Think I wanna ride with switch today, I really don't feel like aimin'
She like, "Raq, why I can't get dick today? You changed ever since you famous"
Know damn well he miss his brother, he tryna act like he painless
Come on the block, we shake 'em, see 12, jump out, we break 'em
Seen an opp at church, I swear it was really hard tryin' not to face him
Let an opp **** get out of pocket, the graveyard replace him
Have them shooters come and get you, the boogieman, they take you
My white bitch daddy hate me, always talkin' shit, he racist
Never met this bitch before, she drivin' far like, bitch, where you tryna take me?
We can fuck all day and night, but we can't have a baby
Shit, I'm too deep up in this water, it ain't no tryna save me
We ain't gotta wait 'til the next day, we'll come through the hood, flip shit now
Ain't you the same young **** that dropped your gun when you shootin'? Young ****, sit down
Wasn't in the gym, but we flippin' shit now, back door gang, yeah, we clippin' shit now
We'll come through your shit with a hundred-some shots, make a **** and his bitch get down
Young **** jumped off the porch, ready to shoot shit, know it get dangerous
Think I wanna ride with switch today, I really don't feel like aimin'
She like, "Raq, why I can't get dick today? You changed ever since you famous"
Know damn well he miss his brother, he tryna act like he painless
Come on the block, we shake 'em, see 12, jump out, we break 'em
Seen an opp at church, I swear it was really hard tryin' not to face him
Let an opp **** get out of pocket, the graveyard replace him
Have them shooters come and get you, the boogieman, they take you
He tried to run from the Micro Drac', these 7.62s chased him (They caught him)
My fault, lil' bro had came from behind, I don't know who had faced him (Dump Street)
Hate to see the wrong face broad day, you know we gotta face him (Kill him)
Purple and gold beam on the Glock, we shoot just like the Lakers (23)
Dropped a thousand shots all on his block, we fucked around, hit the neighbors
Pop up at a **** front door like we tryna fix the cable (Sike)
Call Dump Street if you want a **** gone
Not for no random-ass ****, for the bros, I'ma send him home
Young **** jumped off the porch, ready to shoot shit, know it get dangerous
Think I wanna ride with switch today, I really don't feel like aimin'
She like, "Raq, why I can't get dick today? You changed ever since you famous"
Know damn well he miss his brother, he tryna act like he painless
Come on the block, we shake 'em, see 12, jump out, we break 'em
Seen an opp at church, I swear it was really hard tryin' not to face him
Let an opp **** get out of pocket, the graveyard replace him
Have them shooters come and get you, the boogieman, they take you
Written by: Brian Bedford, Dezeioun Crudup, Donny Lee Alexander
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