Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slatt Zy
Rap
EY3ZLOWBEATZ
Programming
Prodbywalk
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan Jacob Walker
Composer
Michael Nguyen
Composer
Taizion Vinson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EY3ZLOWBEATZ
Producer
Prodbywalk
Producer
Hagan
Co-Producer
Trill Got Juice
Co-Producer
Slider
Co-Producer
Christian “Scientist” Perez
Mixing Engineer
Christian Mármol Pérez
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
First off, rest in peace to my brother Lynn
I'm sorry to my mama, Lord
My top hot block like summer, bitch
We strictly 'bout that drama
I can't get this out my head
He want some smoke, we leave him dead
I'ma stand on ten 'fore I let them get me dead
I been steady city rollin' on the top where we stay
[Verse 2]
I just bought another glock tell that opp he 'bout to lay
I ain't shooting at your legs, pow, bitch, I'm at your face
I'ma get a **** wacked, I'ma pop him broad day
I remember them cold nights in east lake
Say they showing real love, but the shit it be fake
Growing up eating noodles, I ain't never had steak
Now a bitch wanna eat tryna eat off my plate
Feel alone, take these drugs now I'm gone away
And we showed up, you know that we showed up
I feel like no other like we be untouchable
Back on the block and we post with a nine
Bitch, are you trippin? You out of your mind
You see I don't love why the fuck you keep trying
They selling fake love, but I steady keep buying
[Verse 3]
First off, rest in peace to my brother Lynn
I'm sorry to my mama, Lord
My top block hot like summer, bitch
We strictly 'bout that drama
I can't get this out my head
He want some smoke we leave him dead
I'ma stand on ten 'fore I let them get me dead
I been steady city rollin' on the top where we stay
[Verse 4]
I don't got no feelings, I'm thuggin'
Push on they buttons, on God, bitch, it's nothing
Say that you street, well, that's all of a sudden
Got killers on go, bitch, I just push a button
Screaming out, fuck it, you know I ain't a virigin
Clean out that bitch, where the fuck the detergent?
I had to start rappin', didn't want to keep workin'
I'm splitten' his shit now that bitch, he need surgery
A stab in the back, bitch, you knew that was foul
Don't fuck with these rappers, they jockin' my style
Aye, turn that shit down, we smoking that loud
I bury that bitch now he up in the clouds
Loving that bitch while she giving me head
Don't fuck with you, fuck with your sister instead
Let him do what he do, he get popped like some meds
Now he's talking to god, shouldn't of said what he said
[Verse 5]
First off, rest in peace to my brother Lynn
I'm sorry to my mama, Lord
My top block hot like summer, bitch
We strictly 'bout that drama
I can't get this out my head
He want some smoke we leave him dead
I'ma stand on ten 'fore I let them get me dead
I been steady city rollin' on the top where we stay
[Verse 6]
Rest in peace to my brother Lynn
I'm sorry to my mama, Lord
My top block hot like summer, bitch
We strictly 'bout that drama
I can't get this out my head
He want some smoke we leave him dead
I'ma stand on ten 'fore I let them get me dead
I been steady city rollin' on the top where we stay
Written by: Ethan Jacob Walker, Michael Nguyen, Taizion Vinson