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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Lesidney Ragland
Lesidney Ragland
Songwriter
Hunter Brown
Hunter Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TM88
TM88
Producer
Akachi
Akachi
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Braden Davies
Braden Davies
Assistant Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Too Dope
Too Dope
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah (yeah) I'm reloadin' (I'm reloadin') Yeah (yeah) Yeah, I been countin' money so long it make my hands ache Yeah, 100 round in the trunk, can't even stand straight Yeah, gon' pop more than one, start hallucinatin' 'Lotta diamonds on my arm, look like roller-skate My hood hotter than a sauna, nigga, whackin' shit Flood that lil' bitch out in stones, and got a badder bitch Posted on the corner where it's yellow tape Had to buy my bitch a gun, gang affiliate Told her, "Don't be worried 'bout none, lil' one killin' shit" I take criminals where I go, but I'm legitimate Put so many chains on, it made my head hurt You can't shoot it out the car, put in leg work Why you gon' shoot him in the chest when you hit his head first? I was sellin' water-water, and missed the school bus Had to place another order, bought more Lamb' trucks Came up breakin' laws, had to get my hands dirty Used to hang with 'em feds, gave my mans 30 When they searched the rental, that's when I knew the feds were lurkin' Watch my grandma go to prison, made my heart hurt Bought a gang of cars like a pack of Starburst Yeah, I been countin' money so long it make my hands ache Yeah, 100 round in the trunk, can't even stand straight Yeah, gon' pop more than one, start hallucinatin' 'Lotta diamonds on my arm, look like roller-skate My hood hotter than a sauna, nigga, whackin' shit (Smurk, Pluto) Flood that lil' bitch out in stones, and got a badder bitch (let's get it, damn) Posted on the corner where it's yellow tape Had to buy my bitch a gun, gang affiliate (yeah) I'm a street nigga, I'm affiliated with the gang wars (facts) So many murders goin' on, I been hit, I ask a nigga what he changed for (brrah) I done seen my homie die right in front of me with his gun drawn I'm fightin' attempted murders, I still be walkin' 'round with my gun showin', nigga I'm from the mud-mud, you need a job 'til my people make a nigga check stub Shoot up the block and pick the shell-cases up, and make the police officer work for it I'm too street, when I'm in the zone, I take drugs by the two-three (drugs-drugs) And it's proof I don't fuck with too many niggas, pull up in the hood in two-seats Young wild niggas, I'ma stay 'round, ridin' hot cars with no license (hell) Don't play, he'll kill you like a dark-skin, whole time bro ass light-skin (gang) He'll kill you for a light ten, on a nigga ass like a tight end (ha) Bro, I gave you only 'til the night end, young street nigga duck indictments (night end, let's get it) Yeah, I been countin' money so long it make my hands ache Yeah, 100 round in the trunk, can't even stand straight Yeah, gon' pop more than one, start hallucinatin' 'Lotta diamonds on my arm, look like roller-skate My hood hotter than a sauna, nigga, whackin' shit Flood that lil' bitch out in stones, and got a badder bitch Posted on the corner where it's yellow tape Had to buy my bitch a gun, gang affiliate
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Durk D. Banks, Bryan Lamar Simmons, Lesidney Cheyenne Ragland, Hunter Addison Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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