Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ahenny
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Hendricks
Songwriter
Aldo Davalos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ahenny
Producer
Justin Bernardez
Producer
Lyrics
Shouts out Syke
Shout out Lingo bro
Shout out me bro
Check it, Young Hendricks on the beat
I go in like a fucking concussion
Not talking bout a king, you not Putin Russian
You make noise like ring it's just percussion
Always on the move, I put in time still rushing
I go in like a fucking concussion
Not talking bout a king, you not Putin Russian
You make noise like ring it's just percussion
Always on the move, I put in time still rushing
You write nonsense we call it ink flushing
Converse with you and I need a drink something
guts spilled out I'm pink blushing
Near all extinction 'n you on the brink shoving
Serving drugs since I was a fucking baby
Loving thugs is your fucking ugly lady
Sending plugs to get the drop on the lately
Getting robbed cuz you fool I'm the greatest
Indecisive I cannot decide If I gon' collide
And I know that my gun gon' surprise
And I'm merking anybody cuz I'm riding by my homie's side
You want me? I can take your bitch
You said me? I can erase your itch
You dread me? I can expose your snitch
You threaten me, I can explode the whole world like it ain't shit cuz
I go in like a fucking concussion
Not talking bout a king, you not Putin Russian
You make noise like ring it's just percussion
Always on the move I put in time still rushing
I go in like a fucking concussion
Not talking bout a king, you not Putin Russian
You make noise like ring it's just percussion
Always on the move I put in time still rushing
I go in like a fucking concussion
Don't be fucking with me cuz there be some repercussions
Messing with my crew and they gon' be discussing
How I slap you upside your head triggers clap you leave you dusting
They gotta nac like a duck who can quack
Like it's time for payback and Imma unpack
And kick back And my mind is running track
And a Lil Nas X with a fucking horseback
And your girls back, so whore's back
Hope you don't get a concussion brain's wack
And I'm bout to hit ya, y'all boutta get smack
Y'all a Spoiled mess so we call you just train wrack
You a train wrack
Shout out Tra Rags
You a train wreck
Y'all a spoiled mess so we call you just train wrack
I blew through the bag and it came back
I got some bidness on the phone can you give me a minute
Sliding in the hellcat with the windows tinted
These hoes getting mad cuz I won't pay them attention
I got a Glock, and it got extensions
Hating, jealousy, that was your intentions
He tried something funny now that boy over there limping
Try not to be petty, but that shit is tempting
Listen to every word that I say on this track
Cause they gon' be coming back like they on some crack
I got my gang with me, and they got my back
And they comin' with the smoke they ain't cutting no slack
I'm at your mother fucking neck if you think imma let you do that
My diamonds shinin' when I walk in they be like who that?
Whole gang eat we havin' a feast
Imma just harmonize on the rest of this beat
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