Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
Harald Hjermann Sorebo
Harald Hjermann Sorebo
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harald Hjermann Sorebo
Harald Hjermann Sorebo
Songwriter
Ryan O'Neill
Ryan O'Neill
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Adam Catania
Adam Catania
Mixing Engineer
Moneyevery
Moneyevery
Producer
Payday
Payday
Producer

Lyrics

Tell 'em bring 'em out We gon' knock 'em all down (P-P-P-Payday) uh I'll spit on a b- 'cause I don't got no manners Man, I swear that I hate when they say, "Pull your pants up" F- it, aim for his head, let off shots out a Phantom Back in 2018, I put four hundred bands up Kidnap his child, we gon' hold 'em for ransom If he don't send the guap, then you know we gon' stamp 'em I'm sippin' Hi-Tech and Wock' out a Phantom Up the stick on this opp, then we hit his lil' mans up Still to this day anybody could get it Hundred shots in the Drac' 'cause I know it get wicked Tell 'em come catch the play, on my head, it's a million Lot of blood on the gate, that's for Shake and Lil' Timmy F- the judge and DA, I'ma still tote this glizzy I was locked in the cage every day reminiscin' I signed to NBA 'fore an expansion And my mouth 50K, you could go ask the dentist I'm a f- from the back and I don't do no kissin' I'ma burn up they trap and I hope that they in it Skee-lo grippin' the strap while we walkin' through Lennox I got kilos of crack, I could serve a whole fish If they turn on the map, we gon' knock off them next When I land in LA, Jack gon' drop off the pistols Up with the K and it sound like a missile Talkin' ten different states, I got n- that's Crippin' Leave a flag on the scene on the day that you kill 'em Drop all black on the beanie, a certified member Got the MAC in my jeans, had to throw the four middle I got Crip in my genes ever since I was little I ripped this beat with no pad and no pencil Left his brain in the street, ayy, I'm glad that we did 'em What the f- do you mean? All my n- some killers Hit the door, you can leave, I don't think no one realer, uh Blue man shoot man, blue man shoot man, uh-huh Blue man shoot man, blue man shoot man, uh-huh Blue man shoot man, blue man shoot man, uh-huh Blue man shoot man, blue man shoot man, uh-huh Blue man shoot man, blue man shoot man, uh-huh Blue man shoot man, blue man shoot man, uh-huh Blue man shoot man, blue man shoot man, uh-huh Blue man shoot man, blue man shoot man, uh-huh
Writer(s): Ryan O'neill, Harald Hjermann Soereboe, Tyquian Terrel Bowman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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