Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pressa
Performer
Taliban Glizzy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taliban Glizzy
Songwriter
Quinton Gardner
Songwriter
Coi Leray
Songwriter
Nico Baran
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Itsnell
Producer
Liz Robson
Engineer
Joey Galvan
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Sage Skolfield
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she called me back
Soon as I ice out my wrist she got attached
And see on dates you see this glizzy got attachments
For all these bitch ass **** that try circle back
Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance
Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram
Say free my ****, swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, he couldn't shake, he wind up dead
[Verse 2]
Boy play with me, we got Glocks and BMD's
And there's a difference from a robber and a thief
Taliban ain't do no drugs but when he kill shit he get geeked
I knew that **** was dead when he popped up on my feed
My opps they crippin' but lately they had to bleed
See, uh, that Glock right on my lap not under the seat
Free my ****, he a nightmare, he a dream
Hit the floor, pray for my **** for the mail they won't receive
[Verse 3]
They got my **** behind the wall
And Crodie kill so much shit that he had to find the Lord
And murder, murder, murder, we broke more shit than the law
Lil' bitch I hit that beat and watch that shit just like a pause
On lil' bro, put them youngins in the car and tell them go
Wrap the plug, if we can't get to him to wrap his little bro
From the six, but I got thirty-six all in the brick
My OG, he so goofy, he ain't know that I was hit
[Verse 4]
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she called me back
Soon as I ice out my wrist she got attached
And see on dates you see this glizzy got attachments
For all these bitch ass **** that try circle back
Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance
Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram
Say free my ****, swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, he couldn't shake, he wind up dead
[Verse 5]
Yeah, let's go
Yeah, fuck the fate
Me and my **** are great (Me and my ****)
We gon' get this cake (We gon' get this)
Don't give a fuck what they say (Yeah)
Pop bottles like bitch, we made it
All it took was a little bit of patience
I'm different, your bitch is basic
Yeah, still can't believe that I made it
[Verse 6]
Gotta watch who around me (Around me)
And fuck whoever doubted me (Looked down on me)
My grandma gone, but I know she proud of me (Proud of me)
And I promise ain't no stopping me, yeah
[Verse 7]
Let's go
Fuck boys they make me sick
Yeah, Gucci gon' match his fit
Yeah, everyday bitch, we lit
Go on, get it how you live
Watch us all get rich, uh
Make these haters sick, uh
They won't believe it
[Verse 8]
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she called me back
Soon as I ice out my wrist she got attached
And see on dates you see this glizzy got attachments
For all these bitch ass **** that try circle back
Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance
Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram (Let's go)
Say free my ****, swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, he couldn't shake, he wind up dead
Written by: Nelson Ballard, Quinton Gardner, Taliban Glizzy