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03 Greedo & Kenny Beats - Disco Shit feat. Freddie Gibbs (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
03 Greedo
03 Greedo
Performer
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Performer
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Composer
Jason Jackson
Jason Jackson
Composer
Kenneth Blume
Kenneth Blume
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Used to traffic cocaine
Fuck fame, fuck fame (Money isn't real, George)
(This pure columbian cocaine, ladies and gentlemen)
(Money isn't real)
Disco shit
(Whoa Kennny)
[Verse 2]
Fuck fame, used to traffic cocaine
I prefer to live my other life
The drug game fuck around, got full of lames
Shit changed, now I'm out my mind
Disco shit, disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this
Disco shit
This that disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this, I
[Verse 3]
Met the plug and his wife and sex with me
George Jung in the 1970's
I had to make me a flip
I had to flip me a zip
I had to take me a trip
I'm on the plug with the bricks
I'm on the bed at the crib
Rollin' and steerin' the wheel, these **** darin' for real
Hasta luego, watch the Diegos
FBI want us, **** is haters
Gotta get paper, get in, get out
Don't touch the clout, **** be goin' that route
Gotta go Pablo, I talk on the phone, they tape convos
I'm sellin' the work to Gustavo, I put the work in my nostrils
Yeah, I gotta test, yeah
Don't trust your momma or ex-bitch
They tryna get you arrested (Don't you fucking put your hands on me)
[Verse 4]
Fuck fame, used to traffic cocaine
I prefer to live my other life
The drug game fuck around, got full of lames
Shit changed, now I'm out my mind
Disco shit, disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this
Disco shit
This that disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this, I
[Verse 5]
Fuck fame, bitch, I traffic cocaine
Push the Spur or Mulsanne, have the police on my head now
Dope came, brought the kilos on the plane
23, Lebron James, got my package on the airline, yeah, now
When drop '85 you can't compete it now
**** did never stop smokin' that crack, I serve my chicken hard, fried
**** get labeled a snitch, then **** get hit, they ain't no friend of mine
I'm a seven-figure rich ****, fuck a bitch ****, put him underground, underground
Pull up like Tony Montana, reloaded, I pull out the stick on these cockroaches
I took a jugg out the pack and we're poppin' it like we rockin' with baking soda
P. Diddy, every **** that got it from me got hit with the remix
New Benz, 'fore you get in this mufuckin' whip you gotta clean off your feet, bitch
[Verse 6]
Fuck fame, used to traffic cocaine
I prefer to live my other life (Yeah, yeah)
The drug game fuck around, got full of lames
Shit changed, now I'm out my mind
Disco shit, disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this
Disco shit, this that disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this, I
Written by: Fredrick Tipton, Jason Jackson, Kenneth Blume
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