Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Melvoni
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Melvoni
Composer
Jaehyun Kim
Composer
D. Nduwimana
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Kimj
Producer
Kookup
Producer
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Mixing Engineer
Gene Grimaldi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My name is Baby Face Nelson
But take out the Nelson and make the APM replace it
I move with a .38 comes with no shells and no tracing
We turn your block from a full house into vacant, uh
They cannot hurt me, my killers lurking
We doing drugs and we don't need a perky
Making 'em nervous, everyone seen a body drop
We don't do shit behind the curtains
[Verse 2]
They call me Mel, but it ain't for Melly
Bitch, I'm still a menace
We see a opp and we send him to Heaven
We coming for vengeance
Keep talkin' 'cause mine has to go like eleven
Ain't no pleading, no beggin'
You see the gang but ain't checkin'
They'll pray to a motherfucking reverend
Only God can save you from me
Putting a hole in your face like a bagel
[Verse 3]
I'm in the back in all black
And this jacket ain't puffy, it's all straps
Heard the opp **** rappin', they all wack
Talk about what we did, man, it's all facts
Talk about what they did and it's old cap
Fuck around, get your whole crew clapped
Whack-a-moley, we get your whole crew whacked
'Cause y'all **** still on that ho shit
[Verse 4]
I come through and we bully your whole clique
Hit 'em hard, but it feel like a gold brick
Got the drop, I know just where your folks live
I call Retro, he pull up and blow shit
You call police and we do not know shit
Got your neighbors like, what's that commotion?
And we just keep knockin' and knockin'
And knockin' and knockin' your skull till it open
[Verse 5]
And my **** all at the function
My trigger finger ashy, it need lotion
Put all the opps in the bag just like groceries
Ain't gettin' no bread but we still gon' toast it
I been gettin' this cake in my pockets, just bakin'
I'm golden like Curry, they see I'm Jamaican
Your bitch on my dick and I swear she so basic
Nut on her face and she just wanna taste it
[Verse 6]
I know how the feds is
Popped out way down on my stairway
We came in, a whole lot FN and Berettas
Stacking my cheddar, your bitch see me doing my thing
So she left with the gang and you let her
You couldn't do better, only do worse
I fucked the opp's mom, hit him where it hurts
Hit him where it hurt
[Verse 7]
Fuck that, I wanna put him on a shirt
I wanna put him in the dirt
I wanna hit, hands on me first
Can't let him put hands on me first
Hollow tips, hit 'em up, rip 'em up
Too bad, get repaired
Paramedics, pick him up, grip him up
And get him the fuck out of here
Come to your block and I'm throwin' bombs
Don't need the assist, I threw him the lob, gang
[Verse 8]
My name is Baby Face Nelson
But take out the Nelson and make the APM replace it
I move with a .38, comes with no shells and no tracing
We turn your block from a full house into vacant, uh
They cannot hurt me, my killers lurking
We doing drugs and we don't need a perky
Making 'em nervous, everyone seen a body drop
We don't do shit behind the curtains
Written by: D. Nduwimana, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Jaehyun Kim, Melvoni