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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kay Flock
Kay Flock
Vocals
B-Lovee
B-Lovee
Vocals
B Lovee
B Lovee
Vocals
RicoRunDat
RicoRunDat
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Perez
Kevin Perez
Songwriter
Quayshawn Cannon
Quayshawn Cannon
Songwriter
Kevin Da Silva
Kevin Da Silva
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bennie Briggman
Bennie Briggman
Mastering Engineer
Ange FromTen
Ange FromTen
Recording Engineer
RicoRunDat
RicoRunDat
Producer

Lyrics

Like Goddamn, huh (Goddamn) Like I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like Oh he getting shot (Like) I'll spin his block, like (Run that up, Rico) I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like (Bitch) Oh, I make it hot We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots He got shot in his head, he died from a leg shot (Baby) Gang tryna beat him, he already shot Already sweeped him, brodie brought the mop Brodie off a stick, purgin' on the opps Brodie caught a hit swervin' on the cops He tryna run, he speed racin' Beretta got a kick, spittin' 'til it land (Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom) He tryna run, he speed racin' Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands (Boom) Bitch, I kеpt clickin' 'til that bitch jam He tried to run, clicked up on his mans (Bitch) Thеy some chumps, all 'em niggas ran (Pussy) 'Glizzy start to sprayin' wavin' like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom) (Run that up, Rico) Dougz B spinnin' off of Xan's Spinnin' through the Lam, switchin' up the plan Told bro, "Fuck it, we gon' bend through" If we see the cops, they gon' stop us from flamin' Told brodie "Don't chase 'em Let that boy roll with the beam I got accuracy, aimin' (I got him) Hollows, they hit him and ripped through his neck Watch how that shit rearrange him I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like (Bitch) Oh, I make it hot (I make it hot, bitch) We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots He got shot in his head, he died from a leg shot (Grrah-grrah, boom) Gang tryna beat him, he already shot (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom) Already sweeped him, brodie brought the mop Brodie off a stick, purgin' on the opps Brodie caught a hit swervin' on the cops (Run that up, Rico) He tryna run, he speed racin' Beretta got a kick, spinnin' 'til it land (Bitch) He tryna run, he speed racin' Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands (Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom) Bitch, I kept clickin' 'til that bitch jam He tried to run, clicked up on his mans (Pussy) They some chumps, all 'em niggas ran (Bitch) 'Glizzy start to sprayin' wavin' like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom) Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans (Grrah-grrah, boom, nigga, so fuckin' Clear the room, bitch) Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans Run Ricky, ran Run Ricky, ran (Run that up, Rico) I get up on 'em, I swear that I'm tact' I get up on 'em, I swear that I'm different I see the opposition, I attack I see the opposition, I start clickin' Hop out the OJ, tweak on the opp strip She give her whole face, she on some thot shit Call up my goon, we start opp shoppin' Call up the set, they still Glock shoppin' (Gang, gang, gang) And I dare a gunner pop up in the spot You gon' see me up this motherfuckin' Glock (Grrah-grrah) I dare a nigga try to bunny hop You gon' see a bunch of niggas bodies drop And we movin' too tact' 'cause we got some new straps And we tryna boom And we got some new opps We gon' make 'em a new pack Put 'em on the moon No I can't let up, I swear I'm in beast mode My goons hold Berettas, they ran in like three homes They tryna link up, they heard what I do I keep me a TEC in case they tryna loot Another nigga shot, he up on the news Bitch, I'm from the trenches, it ain't nothin' new Kay-Kay brought the mop, so I brought the broom (Grrah-grrah, boom) Creep on the opps, like "Who that?" Throw up the Gz, you know we gon' shoot that Caught that boy lackin' and we tried to pack him Swear that he lucky, had God on his side We really shoot movies, we ain't no actors I walk around with that nine on my side I cannot die in the streets I got the choppas Slide when it's beef (Grrah-grrah) I'm tough enough to go spin on my dolie I don't need no one to ride by my side Totin' a Glocky, give out a four-piece I see the opps, you know I'ma fire I see the opps, you know I'm flockin I make it hot in this bitch Let out them shots if he bunny hoppin We made it hot in this shit I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like (Bitch) Oh, I make it hot (I make it hot, bitch) We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots He got shot in his head, he died from a leg shot (Grrah-grrah, boom) Gang tryna beat him, he already shot (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah boom) Already sweeped him, brodie brought the mop Brodie off a stick, purging on the opps Brodie caught a hit swervin' on the cops He tryna run, he speed racin' Beretta got a kick, spinnin' 'til it land (Bitch) He tryna run, he speed racin' Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands (Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom) Bitch, I kept clickin' 'til that bitch jam He tried run, clicked up on his mans (Pussy) They some chumps, all them niggas ran (Bitch) 'Glizzy start to sprayin', wavin' like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom) (Run that up, Rico)
Writer(s): Kevin Perez, Quayshawn Cannon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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