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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
KA$HDAMI
Vocals
Trippie Redd
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Wallace
Composer
Tywonn Within
Composer
Will Taylor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fwthis1will
Producer
1ksensei
Producer
Abstrakt
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(They gon' **** with this one, Will)
Baow, baow
Speed (Gang)
(Sensei, I hate you)
(Oh my god, KA$H)
[Verse 2]
When them streetlights on, boy, don't come on my block
He was talking hot, he got some bullets from this Glock
Mister post up pouring fours inside my soda pop
Feel like Dope As Yola, I just smoke my opps, then let y'all watch
Took advantage of that TikTok, now I'm going up, just check the stock
That's a opp, headshot, body shot
I got to go, can't be a shot
In the car, spin the block
Now I'm at my shawty spot, told her, "Come over, give me slop"
[Verse 3]
My main **** on emo, she did Paz in the cathedral
I'm too fly just like a eagle
The **** I'm with be evil
Anybody K, I don't **** with people
'Cause my shooters really lethal
Smoking good gas, diesel
Pass the work, I thread the needle
You can't hang around my people 'less you got something illegal
Baby, we can make a movie and go rewatch it at Regal
None of these **** want smoke for real
Tough on the 'net til you get killed
I make music money, now I'm not the one who be on drills
Because I got **** to lose and I know you cannot relate
I put my partners in position, everybody got a plate
We shipping packs out state to state
I wake up and stuff a eighth
Sheets and funnel, roll my J, I go to school after I face (Gang)
[Verse 4]
Smoke in the air, yeah, in the air
Put 'em in the ground, but his soul in the air
We gon' wipe his whole gang out, man, this **** ain't fair
Feeling like a villain when I'm chilling in the lair
Pull up in that damn Demon shining like a chandelier
With that Kel-Tec, ****, I'm 1400, start a real mess
We got more bodies than the real death, yeah
We got more bodies than the real death, yeah
[Verse 5]
When them streetlights on, boy, don't come on my block
He was talking hot, he got some bullets from this Glock
Mister post up pouring fours inside my soda pop
Feel like Dope As Yola, I just smoke my opps, then let y'all watch
Took advantage of the TikTok, now I'm going up, just check the stock
That's a opp, headshot, body shot
I got to go, can't be a shot
In the car, spin the block
Now I'm at my shawty spot, told her, "Come over, give me slop"
Written by: David Wallace, Tywonn Within, Will Taylor