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Description
Mastering Engineer: CXO
Mixing Engineer: CXO
Engineer: Che
Vocals: Che
Vocals: Chuckyy
Engineer, Masterer: David Meiners
Producer: Lucid
Programmer: Lucid
Producer: Repglick
Programmer: Repglick
Writer: Charles Davis
Writer: Chase Mitchell
Lyrics and translation
Original
Uh, it ain't shit to get you hit up, it's a ten mil' in my lap right now.
Run up, you get chewed up, forty bark and burn them blades shit down.
These niggas don't serve no purpose, hell nah, you can't link around.
We global now, we on TVs and still my fans don't let me shine.
I'm only gon' pay for tricks, I rob your ass, you got some walk. I was just gon' buy a kit, but fuck that, I'ma take his watch.
You niggas mans in the middle, I be the man at the top. He confused, I know what happened,
I'm the one that swung the blunt.
Trigger discipline, I let off ten, twenty more for the ride home.
He let off them shots and ain't hit shit, slow down, you work your mag wrong.
Bloodbath, that's my right hand, but my OG, that's my fuckin' backbone. Buddy got shot in his shit, it ain't that, but his dumb ass count wrong.
We really be backed up, K with this back door gon' fuck his mind up.
He shoot like he got a blindfold, I shoot like I got on aimbot.
I just came up, current fit, I'm talkin' 'bout to my sock and tank top.
He wanna do it for net, I caught him, his ass caught a face shot. Damn, now his face hot, damn, now the jake taught.
Oh boy, we come out the one ways, niggas never not on they block.
Uh, he bought his lamp from me, I served him, hit his dumb ass fake hop.
Oh boy, we do X and ride, they bail out, curtains on his face now.
It ain't shit to get you hit up, it's a ten mil' in my lap right now.
Run up, you get chewed up, forty bark and burn them blades shit down. These niggas don't serve no purpose, hell nah, you can't link around.
We global now, we on TVs and still my fans don't let me shine.
I'm only gon' pay for tricks, I rob your ass, you got some walk. I was just gon' buy a kit, but fuck that,
I'ma take his watch. You niggas mans in the middle, I be the man at the top.
He confused, I know what happened, I'm the one that swung the blunt.
Plenty of luck, beam on the Glock.
Bam, need a plenty of luck, bam, need a plenty of luck, bam, need a plenty of luck.
I got little rocks, beam on the Glock, beam on the Glock, beam on the Glock, beam.
If she gon' suck me, I got suck a Chucky too, beam. If she gon' suck me, bam, I got suck a Chucky too.
Woah, if she gon' suck me, bam, I got suck a Chucky too, yeah.
And my clip got blood in it, real spill. And my clip got blood in it, real spill.
Yeah, I'm tryna spin the block, I'm with a lil' chill. Yeah, lookin' for an opp, tryna take a chill , tryna take a chill.
Uh, need a plenty of luck, uh, need a plenty of luck, uh, need a plenty of luck, uh, need a plenty of luck, uh.
Beam on the Glock, beam on the Glock, beam, beam on the Glock, beam, beam on the Glock, beam.
Walk in with a nine, I just shot a nine.
Walk in with a nine, I just shot a nine.
Walk in with a nine, I just shot a nine.
Walk in with a nine, I just shot a nine.
Uh, need a plenty of luck, uh, need a plenty of luck, uh, need a plenty of luck, uh, need a plenty of luck, uh.
Beam on the Glock, beam on the Glock, beam, beam on the Glock, beam, beam on the Glock, beam.
You know what, right now.
Right now, right now.
I'm the one that swung the blunt
English translation
Uh, it ain't shit to get you hit up, it's a ten mil' in my lap right now.
Run up, you get chewed up, forty bark and burn them blades shit down.
These niggas don't serve no purpose, hell nah, you can't link around.
We global now, we on TVs and still my fans don't let me shine.
I'm only gon' pay for tricks, I rob your ass, you got some walk. I was just gon' buy a kit, but fuck that, I'ma take his watch.
You niggas mans in the middle, I be the man at the top. He confused, I know what happened,
I'm the one that swung the blunt.
Trigger discipline, I let off ten, twenty more for the ride home.
He let off them shots and ain't hit shit, slow down, you work your mag wrong.
Bloodbath, that's my right hand, but my OG, that's my fuckin' backbone. Buddy got shot in his shit, it ain't that, but his dumb ass count wrong.
We really be backed up, K with this back door gon' fuck his mind up.
He shoot like he got a blindfold, I shoot like I got on aimbot.
I just came up, current fit, I'm talkin' 'bout to my sock and tank top.
He wanna do it for net, I caught him, his ass caught a face shot. Damn, now his face hot, damn, now the jake taught.
Oh boy, we come out the one ways, niggas never not on they block.
Uh, he bought his lamp from me, I served him, hit his dumb ass fake hop.
Oh boy, we do X and ride, they bail out, curtains on his face now.
It ain't shit to get you hit up, it's a ten mil' in my lap right now.
Run up, you get chewed up, forty bark and burn them blades shit down. These niggas don't serve no purpose, hell nah, you can't link around.
We global now, we on TVs and still my fans don't let me shine.
I'm only gon' pay for tricks, I rob your ass, you got some walk. I was just gon' buy a kit, but fuck that,
I'ma take his watch. You niggas mans in the middle, I be the man at the top.
He confused, I know what happened, I'm the one that swung the blunt.
Plenty of luck, beam on the Glock.
Bam, need a plenty of luck, bam, need a plenty of luck, bam, need a plenty of luck.
I got little rocks, beam on the Glock, beam on the Glock, beam on the Glock, beam.
If she gon' suck me, I got suck a Chucky too, beam. If she gon' suck me, bam, I got suck a Chucky too.
Woah, if she gon' suck me, bam, I got suck a Chucky too, yeah.
And my clip got blood in it, real spill. And my clip got blood in it, real spill.
Yeah, I'm tryna spin the block, I'm with a lil' chill. Yeah, lookin' for an opp, tryna take a chill , tryna take a chill.
Uh, need a plenty of luck, uh, need a plenty of luck, uh, need a plenty of luck, uh, need a plenty of luck, uh.
Beam on the Glock, beam on the Glock, beam, beam on the Glock, beam, beam on the Glock, beam.
Walk in with a nine, I just shot a nine.
Walk in with a nine, I just shot a nine.
Walk in with a nine, I just shot a nine.
Walk in with a nine, I just shot a nine.
Uh, need a plenty of luck, uh, need a plenty of luck, uh, need a plenty of luck, uh, need a plenty of luck, uh.
Beam on the Glock, beam on the Glock, beam, beam on the Glock, beam, beam on the Glock, beam.
You know what, right now.
Right now, right now.
I'm the one that swung the blunt