BADBADNOTGOOD's video: 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE - MiNt cHoCoLaTe Lyric Video

1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, BADBADNOTGOOD, Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine “MiNt cHoCoLaTe” OUT NOW! https://1999writethefuture.lnk.to/MiNtcHoCoLaTe Production Co: HPLA Director: KID Studio EP: Ryan Hahn Producer: Janelle Lee Casting Director: Kasia Szarek @ Harlowe Casting Executive Creative Director: David Jung Designer: Wes So EP: Chris Heinrich Creative Producer: Abby Wu DoP: Jay Suen 1st AC: Benjamin Hernandez 2nd AC: Saori Kinai Gaffer: Tate McCurdy BBE: Tony Cantor Electric: Colvin Ang Electric: Clay Pacatte Key Grip: Tiger Whitesides BBG: Jake Condon Grip: Miles Schirra Grip: Sam Satossky Production Designer: Taylor Almodovar Art Director: Justin Gardener Set Decorator: Keith Boos Set Dresser: Charles Derenne Set Dresser: Alejandro Carrasquillia Set Dresser Truck: Gage Gaubert Wardrobe: Charlie Altuna Wardrobe Asst: Ute Zapata Audio Mixer: David Shearer 1st AD: Joshua Montes 2nd AD: Nathaniel Shriver Studio Teacher: Victoria DeSantis Studio Teacher: Carmen Khotsikian Truck PA: James Hay Set PA: Anthony Vega Set PA: Damien Pettway Set PA: Alain Navas Editor: Glenn Michael Colorist: Stephanie Park @ Rare Medium VFX: Anuar Bazargeldi Sound Design: Liam Crossley LYRICS: 1,2 1,2 Ay yo, ay yo Ay yo My shooter hitting everything Rollin off the wet (ah) Stressing in that cell used to have to call collect Now tassels on the Celine leather I’m on a jet I’m a land on the Rec Steal sly out that stretch 320 a month Laps around the sun My shooter hummin ain’t no sunshine Loading up a drum (mmhmm) Everybody father Coke in agua (ah) Had to lay low I had a bitch in Cheektowaga (ah) At minimum I had 50 soups in the locker (ah) Touch mine Stab you off adrenaline Proper I’m from the eastside of hell Where the devil wear Dolce The Mac clip don’t stop Marni slippers all bozy In the law library you should’ve heard black told me Worthy pack ya shit up Pulled off in a rosey Thank GOD GOD chose me The baddest bitch you ever seen Told her don’t touch the pony (Super fly guy) Look, look, ah Pyrex vision kitchen wet I was whippin’ got my wrists is like I won the strongest man competition Send the roadie on the slider mission All my oppositions they talkin tough but they was not convincing 30 shots of ransom Just looked at my account and more direct deposits hit it Got my richest still in my prime but I just had the optimistic I had some setbacks, but I remained optimistic I'm out the trenches, hot pockets, mystics Now it's lobster dishes (talk to ‘em) I nobody and these beats is what you know me for All gold, crazy, but I got minds out the rolly store Why you think the junkies always shooting like they Kobe for (ah) Dope too strong, why you think they always OD for (woo) I gave 'em a style, gave 'em a lane, that's what they owe me for (ah) Put some homies on and gratitude, they ain't show me at all (fuck them n**gas though bro) Celine tote for my broad, Margiela coat in the fall Scatter brain, open the jar, y 'all n***as know who the god Shit, bitch