Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Lil Harold
21 Lil Harold
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harold Glenn
Harold Glenn
Songwriter
Zachary Mullett
Zachary Mullett
Songwriter
Julius "Squat" Rivera
Julius "Squat" Rivera
Songwriter
Morris Jones
Morris Jones
Songwriter
Mikael Haataja
Mikael Haataja
Songwriter
Samuel Haataja
Samuel Haataja
Songwriter
Vincent Desrosiers
Vincent Desrosiers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kutta Beatz
Kutta Beatz
Producer
Desro
Desro
Producer
Off&Out
Off&Out
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Sterling "Spiff Sinatra" White Jr.
Sterling "Spiff Sinatra" White Jr.
Mixing Engineer
Vincent Desrosiers
Vincent Desrosiers
Producer

Lyrics

(All the clocks are ticking) (Will you cut me some? Will you cut me some?) (All the prices increasing) runnin' out of time, nigga (For really, uh, for really, uh) (Kutta, cut that shit up, man) Patek, Rollie (Will you cut me some? Will you cut me some?) AP, Sky Dweller (All the prices increasing) Fetti, iced out (For really, uh, for really, uh) Plain Jane Five hunnid Richard Millie (Richard Millie) I can see me now, turnin' up my city (A-Town) I got these young bitches goin' crazy off that freak ho' (nigga, what?) I know you gettin' money back then, but your car reposed (say what?) I don't got respect for no sucker, no buster, no bitch, nigga (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'Cause she ain't like ballin', she a gold digger (she a gold digger) And I like shootin' 'cause I'm a thug, nigga (I'm a thug, nigga) You ain't gettin' no respect 'cause you a fuck nigga (a fuck nigga) I don't trust no nigga want positions in the front He'll cross you out, backstab you, leave your ass for dead, nigga (21, 21) Keep your eyes open, nigga, and you better keep your gun Have your .30 on you, better keep one up in the head, nigga (21, 21) I like smoke, so we can crash out (crash out) I know a nigga who act gangster but get papped out (what, nigga?) I know this nerd nigga from my school now he trapped out (say what, nigga?) Derisha didn't want to let me fuck, but she get clapped now (ha, bitch) I rap now, so, shit, you know I get this way, I get my way You know? You know how that shit go These hoes be couped out, ready to fuck somethin' Four hundred Maybach truck (Maybach truck) I can see it now, my hood turned up (G-Block) If a nigga keep on dissin', he get burned up (bah) Put these switches on these Glocks, you got us fucked up (bah, bah, bah, bah) Got no respect for no sucker, no buster, no bitch, nigga (uh-huh, uh-huh) Better hop down, bit', 'cause I'm a rich nigga (I'm a rich nigga) Why your boyfriend stay mad 'cause he ain't it, nigga? (He a bitch, nigga) I'm on the block right now, I'm with my stick, nigga (mwah) To my girlfriend (mwah, mwah) My baby, my wife, I sleep with her (mwah) You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Give me kissie, baby) Uh-huh (give me my stick, baby)
Writer(s): Vincent Desrosiers, Kutta Beatz, Harold Glenn Jr, Off Out, Benjamin Reid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out