Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mastermind
Vocals
Bandokay
Vocals
LiTek
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mastermind
Composer
Bandokay
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LiTek
Producer
Lewis Hopkin
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Sticky
War is war, so, I'm forever slidin'
I hear niggas talk, but they ain't never ridin'
I was on my face, I ain't never know 'bout fly shit
Now I'm rockin' big drip, all of the designer
When you see the boss down, you can't miss the diamonds
All these opp thots but she knows how niggas slidin'
I'll be on the block, big Rambo, glidin'
Tryna get 'em down, hope I don't get indicted
Tryna get 'em down like, "Yo, what you tellin' me? (Sho)
All my friends, they wanna beat like Remedy (yoh)
Star 9, Starburst in your memory (hey)
You got a wap, but partake in the cemetery (damn)
You got a mash, you ain't boss but you're sendin' sweets (haha)
I need a ding with black tints and like seven seats
Boss down, boss now, she remembers me
She throws it back and makes it clap, no assembly (mah)
The opps thots hate me because of SJ (SJ)
It wasn't him, it wasn't him that took your best mate (mah)
Free Slim, he a king, why do the feds hate?
We tape estates, don't know 'bout no sex tape
War is war, so, I forever got smoke (I swear)
I love Christian Dior like Pop Smoke
Fendi, Balmain, got the lot bro
Valentino just to match with the top, yo
War is war, so, I'm forever slidin'
I hear niggas talk but they ain't never ridin'
I was on my face, I ain't never know 'bout fly shit
Now I'm rockin' big drip, all of the designer
When you see the boss down, you can't miss the diamonds
All these opp thots but she know how niggas slidin'
I'll be on the block, big Rambo, glidin'
Tryna get 'em down, hope I don't get indicted
I'm my brother's keeper, promise I'ma creep up
Touch one of mine, I'll touch him with the Nina
Make blood spill, but, I'll never speak up
Told 'em ain't no rule for them niggas tryna beef us
They ain't gonna free up without another squealer
Try and switch on Mophine, tryna make 'em freeze up
My niggas tell me to ease up and you're G ah
Don't worry 'bout that beef can, them hollow are gonna beat up
I just wanna teach her, yeah, I didn't beef her
Plus I wanna chip buddy buyin' like a beater
Can't forget times when a nigga used to T cross
Try and live far where I can never see cops
They don't like him
Your bitch wish on my Lyca
My nigga's let off the lightenin'
Yeah, it's quite frightenin' when they're firin'
War is war, so, I'm forever slidin'
I hear niggas talk, but, they ain't never ridin'
I was on my face, I ain't never know 'bout fly shit
Now I'm rockin' big drip, all of the designer
When you see the boss down, you can't miss the diamonds
All these opp thots but she know how niggas slidin'
I'll be on the block, big Rambo, glidin'
Tryna get 'em down, hope I don't get indicted
Writer(s): Darryl Pittman, Tyrone Smith
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