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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simone Di Franco
Songwriter
Traevon Isaiah Walker
Songwriter
Tril Wil
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
Victor Ferreira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CxbGoCrazy
Mixing Engineer
Simo Fre
Producer
Vicky Ferri
Producer
Xclusive
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Xclusive made this
Yo Vicky
Simo Fre just killed this
[Verse 2]
Gas station, dirty up the soda bottle
When I won over your love, I thought I hit the lotto
I say, through the mud, I had to walk, nobody followed
[Verse 3]
Just found some broken Fendi goggles and my red eye (Skrrt, red eye)
Poured out a broken Henny bottle for the dead guys (Dead guys)
10.27, my whole roster duckin' fed' time
We be steady steppin', wet they block up, make the headline
Glocks and Smith & Wessons
All my weapons came with led lights
Hundred thousand dollars on the necklace shine, no headlight
I just got a feti' for that fetish
Chase them dead guys
I know she wonder why I vanish
I had to to get my head right
[Verse 4]
I'm at war, baby, it ain't no right or wrong (I'm at war, baby)
She always ask me why do I be in the streets and clutchin' chrome?
Uh, ambulance truck, not tryna see them bust my dome
Okay, okay, I just wish they leave me 'lone
Before I signed a deal, I kinda wished that I had mattered
You know Lil Tim, he shoot to kill, we let some shots off at whoever
Big ratchet in my pants, I do my dance with my Beretta
We bust straight static at your mans, we put him up, bitch, I'm the Devil
Homicidal thought, bled on the streets and not a stretcher
All this mud on my feet, baby, I'm nothin' like the rest
That one wrong move'll get you shot
I pray to God I'm not next up
My pain run deeper than the deepest and you got the best of it
Just lay on my chest hon'
[Verse 5]
Just found some broken Fendi goggles and my red eye (Skrrt, red eye)
Poured out a broken Henny bottle for the dead guys (Dead guys)
10.27, my whole roster duckin' fed' time
We be steady steppin', wet they block up, make the headline
Glocks and Smith & Wessons
All my weapons came with led lights
Hundred thousand dollars on the necklace shine, no headlight
I just got a feti' for that fetish
Chase them dead guys
I know she wonder why I vanish
I had to to get my head right
Written by: Simone Di Franco, Traevon Isaiah Walker, Tril Wil, Tyquian Bowman, Victor Ferreira