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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Critch
Jay Critch
Rap
Tank God
Tank God
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tank God
Tank God
Composer
Void Stryker
Void Stryker
Composer
Ossh
Ossh
Composer
Jason Cole Critchlow
Jason Cole Critchlow
Composer
Kyle Kemp
Kyle Kemp
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tank God
Tank God
Producer
Kemp Beatz
Kemp Beatz
Producer
Asher Saperstein
Asher Saperstein
Producer
Void Stryker
Void Stryker
Producer
DeVonne "Knice" Knights
DeVonne "Knice" Knights
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Jay Critch, hoodfave (Hold up, you got Kemp on the beat?) (Tank God) I made a plan then I execute it Pull out the lot, doin' surgery I cut the top off the whip, had to execute it I know how to go get the money myself And I don't need nobody else to do it Run that shit up 'til you fill up the bag And then you add a little extra to it And we love the hood but we had to escape it Summer time but it's fly like the Matrix Streets cold, got me changin' locations I was broke, I was feelin' so basic They could never get one up on me Got these hundreds on me, got me feelin' myself 'Member she fronted on me Now she comin' for me 'cause she still needin' help I'm still gettin' my bands up, I'm increasin' the wealth If I ain't got no damn help, do this shit by myself I took some major losses, you don't know how it felt Then when I put the water on, had me feelin' like Phelps (hey) The bag got me feelin' myself They don't hustle so they stealin' the shelf I'm flexin' like WrestleMania, young nigga still got the belt Cut off the roof on the whip, put it back like it's healin' itself If my shooter let off that hot shit, then the whole ceiling'll melt 'Member all of the money ran out, since young was the man of the house Mommy was stressin' but look at the blessings I made a plan then I made it count More money, more problems, there's always a new one I don't want the fake love, it's confusin' Came from the block then we started a movement Bro get the packs and he keepin' it movin' I made a plan then I execute it Pull out the lock, doin' surgery Cut the top off the whip, had to execute it I know how to go get the money myself And I don't need nobody else to do it Run that shit up 'til you fill up the bag And then you add a little extra to it And we love the hood but we had to escape it Summer time but it's fly like the Matrix Streets cold, got me changin' locations I was broke, I was feelin' so basic They could never get one up on me Got these hundreds on me, got me feelin' myself 'Member she fronted on me Now she comin' for me 'cause she still needin' help Cut her off, had to execute it, made a plan then I execute it Tryna do it for the internet, thirty's tryna send a message to him (thirty thirty) They wishin' I fall but I was always too blessed, they knew it (knew it) They could never be me, Hoodfave, I'm the best to do it This that ridin' with a weapon Music, talkin' money, I'ma check into it Nigga stop with all the flexin' When they put you to the test, you losin' Was never the type to follow the crowd, I'm checkin' fluids Pull up on the bitch and she eatin' me now, the neck improvin' (hey) The diamonds is spazzin' on me like I'm gettin' electrocuted Backends with me and I keep it attached Took some losses but my niggas get back Need that lawyer then I'm havin' a stash These niggas got batteries all in they back I know they mad at me 'cause I got Racks, still remember what I had in the past I made a plan then I execute it Pull out the lock, doin' surgery Cut the top off the whip, had to execute it I know how to go get the money myself And I don't need nobody else to do it Run that shit up 'til you fill up the bag And then you add a little extra to it And we love the hood but we had to escape it Summer time but it's fly like the Matrix Streets cold, got me changin' locations I was broke, I was feelin' so basic They could never get one up on me Got these hundreds on me, got me feelin' myself 'Member she fronted on me Now she comin' for me 'cause she still needin' help
Writer(s): Olufunmibi Awoshiley, Jason Critchlow, Asher Saperstein, Kyle Kemp, Berkay Birecikli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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