Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Swamp G
Songwriter
Kamas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A.G. Beats
Producer
Lyrics
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Accident, bitch how come you fallin
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Accident, now you not my problem
Young Alec Baldwin, call me John Marston
Bitch talkin that shit I cause an accidental arson
Gasoline bucket perched up, too precarious
My bitch gon lie about it too cause she hilarious
Whole family gettin paid, 35 maids
Thirty rocks on your ankles when you swim up in the waves
Ima make your life aquatic like Zissou, bitch
Ta-ta, motherfucker, won't miss you bitch
We filmin Rust, now I got a bloodlust
I got my money, hush, do you think I give a fuck
Glock got a dick, Ima have some fun with Jane
Red October, Happy fucking Halloween
Itchy trigger finger, whoopsie-daisy
Final Fantasy, I leave your ghost in Mississippi
Madness and malice, I'm in the loose
Introducing you to Beetlejuice
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Accident, bitch how come you fallin
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Accident, now you not my problem
Posted with some killas, smokin on that killa
Industry Godzilla in the street with some gorillas
From the Bay to South Atlanta, acres in Havana
Bitch you know I got it on me, yeah I'm talkin bout my hammer
Do the shit for Chinatown, I hit em with a 100 round
Can't be sellin work no more, I gotta make my mama proud
All I ever thought about is putting product out
She wanna listen to Modest Mouse
I'm tryna buy this Prada couch
I-10, top down with a bunny, how
I ran for 89, this the last 11 yards
I gotta pour up at McDonald's in a bad ass Lamborghini
Got a bad bitch next to me in a skimpy red bikini
I ain't een got no time to flex
Collection of jewelry like Frosted Flakes
Deposit a million at the bank
I'm tryna fuck on Tyra Banks
Pocket full of racks make my pants sag
I ain't gotta brag, my bitch real bad
Half of my shit got a Givenchy tag
If he talk back, I'ma hit em with a Mac
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Accident, bitch how come you fallin
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver
Accident, now you not my problem
Writer(s): Swamp G
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