積分
演出藝人
Burna Bandz
饒舌
Houdini
饒舌
詞曲
Traequan Mahoney
詞曲創作
dimarjio Jenkins
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Zachary Butt
製作人
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Crodie sick of the cell
I'm wishin' him well
Tryna break down the bale
Hope nobody don't tell
Heart colder than February
Got some cros in the cemetery
VLONE in solitary
Jesus piece ain't for Mary
Crodie sick of the cell
I'm wishin' him well
Tryna break down the bale
Hope nobody don't tell
Heart colder than February
Got some cros in the cemetery
VLONE in solitary
Jesus piece ain't for Mary
[Verse 2]
D.O.A. on the ambulance
Your lil **** ain't stand a chance
Money comin' in by the grands
Designer brands from France
Gang, gang
Most of these rappers, they broke
Most of these bitches, they hoes
Bro going dumb in the hole
All they be givin' is smoke
I got them bussin' in pairs
I think she swallowed my spirit
You rappin' and nobody cares
You cappin' and all of us hear it
Glock with a mop and I'm near it
And I got a Curry in front of me
Ain't no cappin' or hurry, I let it be
Don't think she can't handle my energy
Ain't no cappin' up when I be rappin'
'Cause I get exposed in a second, a minute
He bought a pack and didn't finish
I get respect for my quickness
She like how a **** be livin'
Condos and the racks if I'm spendin'
Laughin' at **** be trickin'
This for my life, I'ma live it
[Verse 3]
Crodie sick of the cell
I'm wishin' him well
Tryna break down the bale
Hope nobody don't tell
Heart colder than February
Got some cros in the cemetery
VLONE in solitary
Jesus piece ain't for Mary
Crodie sick of the cell
I'm wishin' him well
Tryna break down the bale
Hope nobody don't tell
Heart colder than February
Got some cros in the cemetery
VLONE in solitary
Jesus piece ain't for Mary
[Verse 4]
Cronem sick of them cells
I'm wishin' him well
Bro fightin' the attempt
They keep denyin' the bail
Put a **** in the cemetery
Don't walk up too wrong on me
Free GD, that's big homie
Told Tallup "Stay strong Crodie"
Fiends callin' a lot
Drop dope in a pot
Them summers get hot
Better stay with that fire
Better stay off the wire
Feds raidin' the block
Got pain in the heart
Got grains in my Glock
Black mask, black gloves on me
I'm in and then I'm out neatly
And these bitches wanna fuck on me
'Cause I got a lotta racks on me
Three-five make 'em back off me
They don't want no smoke, homie
Don't pull up too quick
That's how you get swished
[Verse 5]
Crodie sick of the cell
I'm wishin' him well
Tryna break down the bale
Hope nobody don't tell
Heart colder than February
Got some cros in the cemetery
VLONE in solitary
Jesus piece ain't for Mary
Crodie sick of the cell
I'm wishin' him well
Tryna break down the bale
Hope nobody don't tell
Heart colder than February
Got some cros in the cemetery
VLONE in solitary
Jesus piece ain't for Mary
[Verse 6]
Black mask, black gloves on me
I'm in and I'm out neatly
And these bitches wanna fuck on me
'Cause I got a lotta racks on me
Three-five make 'em back off me
They don't want no smoke, homie
Don't pull up too quick
That's how you get swished
Written by: Traequan Mahoney, dimarjio Jenkins
