Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Money
Baby Money
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Lyrics
Nicolas Moore
Nicolas Moore
Composer
Dmitry Kokurin
Dmitry Kokurin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shekthisyours
Shekthisyours
Co-Producer
Kokurcho
Kokurcho
Co-Producer
1800it
1800it
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Shek, this yours?)
[Verse 1]
Boy, you snitched, they ain't sittin' down 'cause you ain't testified
You don't think this shit real, put out your hand and test the fire
When you see me, mesmerized, I'm just saying I'm blessed from God
Scrolling down you ****' pictures, tryna see who next to die
I'm like the bird, I'm tryna eat, but I got some bread stashed
Bozos get they neck cut, then get they head stashed
Tried to duck, but they the goose, shit, they all got head taps
We filled **** up with bullets, hmm, with his dead ass
Fuck her 'til the bed break, cut 'em off, they dead weight
I need head, not headaches, she 'bout to cum, I'm sayin', "Wait"
Thousand 'bows, I can move the bag, that's what a man say
Take your bitch on an island, hmm, this a sand date
Hope **** payin' for attention, I heard ****' fans fake
Still runnin' up them racks, ****, this a band race
I trust what my mans say, copilot, land wait
Built this shit all hustle, ****, check the landscape
[Chorus]
Why **** talk about them killings? Seen 'em with my real eyes
**** tried to block my blessing and I had to realize
Up the way, I see your pies, out the way, I'm hillside
Yeah, he survived three days, hmm, but he still died
Now turn me up
She told me, if they catch me, she gon' hold me down, turn me up
They'll never catch me, I ain't slowin' down, turn me up
We ain't never stressin', we be blowin' pounds, turn me up
The 'bows in the air, the buyers on the ground, turn me up
[Verse 2]
They souls in the air, they bodies in the ground
I'm the myth, throw 4s in the air, then fly another round
Double cup of codeine, walkin' out of Mr. Chow's
Can't complain about my life, I was just walkin' to trial
Say he was shootin' in the crowd, he beat it at his trial
Only thing I fear is God, I don't care if **** wild
Now it's apparent **** cryin', they mans is being loud
TEC went, "Frrt, frrt, frrt," I'm tryna say that shit was foul
I did a hundred last week, no fakin', no Blakin'
Been reportin' to the bank like I'm still on probation
Put the phone in rotation, all this shit be motivation
Yeah, I call my Glock a freak bitch (Why?), this bitch be soul-taking
[Chorus]
Why **** talk about them killings? Seen 'em with my real eyes
**** tried to block my blessing and I had to realize
Up the way, I see your pies, out the way, I'm hillside
Yeah, he survived three days, hmm, but he still died
Now turn me up
She told me, if they catch me, she gon' hold me down, turn me up
They'll never catch me, I ain't slowin' down, turn me up
We ain't never stressin', we be blowin' pounds, turn me up
The 'bows in the air, the buyers on the ground, turn me up
Written by: Carlos Deshawn Fischer, Dmitry Kokurin, Nicolas Moore
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