Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BlocBoy JB
BlocBoy JB
Rap
SpotemGottem
SpotemGottem
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keanu Beats
Keanu Beats
Composer
James Baker
James Baker
Composer
Brytavious Chambers
Brytavious Chambers
Composer
Keanu Torres
Keanu Torres
Composer
Julian Mason
Julian Mason
Composer
Michael Mule
Michael Mule
Composer
Isaac De Boni
Isaac De Boni
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
Keanu Beats
Keanu Beats
Producer
LilJuMadeTheBeat
LilJuMadeTheBeat
Producer
FNZ
FNZ
Producer
Clay A. Perry III
Clay A. Perry III
Mixing Engineer
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Recording Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Ha, ha (And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju got it) We gon' ride to this, where you niggas goin' you can't hide from this They call a quits, pillow talk to the bitch but we gon' call a hit Dirty stick, 33 can't miss, ayy, we gon' knock yo' shit Still remember them days when I was broke without a pot to piss This me and my Glock right here, hold em' with I spit a opp right here Ain't a nigga I fear, he died, his brother died, they outta here Catch up my car, I don't know why they wanna be opp His set out there, got put on Fox Ain't nothin' but anothеr bottom of a Glock, aha Gordon dragic, pocket rocket, bitch, I get the hеat on me I just caught my opp, that new got sleep on it I creeped on it, walk down gang, we killed a big homie Five shots left in this Glock, but it got a stick on it Stop, call at me, hop out, I don' hit his big homie Nigga right here sweet, for Mercedes just put a bitch on me Paraplegic, bro, he paralyzed as shit I'll box out with a fifth, pull up, put him on his dick I just got a bitch to put me on a lick She said nigga got 400k and meet up about six Put a bump stock on the Glocc but still I'll never ever switch Who the fuck told these young niggas that they're out here runnin' shit? Kill a nigga ass and feel the opposite, she died 'cause she was on opps shit Bought a hunnid in jewelry, uh, no type, quit the block bitch S.R.T. hit the gas, turn his bitch and watch it drip I spread a opp out here (out here) I spread a opp out here (out here) It's not a opp here that a nigga fear Smokin' dead guys while I'm driving, I can't even steer I be blinded all diamonds hit like a chandelier Reach for one of my chain, I bet I make a nigga disappear Belaire and Moet (Moet), she gon' give me mo' sex (mo' sex) She like Casamigos (what), then have her bow-legged (then have her bow-legged) Bullets pierce his skin, aim all at his forehead Murder in his adlibs then listen to what he said (what he said) (Listen, what he said, listen to what he said) Murder in his adlibs then listen to what he said Murder in his adlibs then listen to what he said
Writer(s): Michael Mule, Isaac De Boni, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, James Lee Baker, Julian Mason, Keanu Dean Torres Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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