Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
Noah Pettigrew
Noah Pettigrew
Programming
Glazer
Glazer
Programming
Stebbz
Stebbz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Gunnlaugur Orri Sumarlidason
Gunnlaugur Orri Sumarlidason
Songwriter
Noah Pettigrew
Noah Pettigrew
Songwriter
Stefán Vilhelmsson
Stefán Vilhelmsson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noah Pettigrew
Noah Pettigrew
Producer
RealRed
RealRed
Producer
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
Glazer
Glazer
Producer
Stebbz
Stebbz
Producer

Lyrics

Got my steeze on them keys No cap Uh, ayy, uh, ayy, ayy Daydream about the money (I'm daydreamin') Then a nigga woke up in it (I woke up in it) Plenty losses in the game, didn't have much luck in it Peep a nigga energy and watch how he move, I ain't even fuck with it Mama tell me not to keep my tool, but I do, the thug in me (Ayy, ayy) Bag on his hat, he gone in a day (He gone in a day) We know where he at, and we know where he stay (We know where he stay) Point him out, we attack, gun like, he lay (Brr, brr, brr) And my bro got the gat while I rock out the stage (Rock out the stage) And I'm goin' for seconds 'cause I just had a play (Yeah) Say you getting me whacked, nigga, where is the date? Why did you kill 'em? I did it for Satan They want me forgive 'em, but I said I can't (Ayy, ayy) Hop in the car, do a hundred in traffic Ride too close, got to dumpin', he crash it Take a look at my life, I been livin' too savage She fuckin' on me 'cause a nigga got cabbage Got a strategy for the opps, usin' my tactics And I pay for a body when I get the backend My Crips in the spot, they coolin', what's crackin'? (Ayy) Them bodies droppin', givin' me satisfaction Uh-uh-uh Nah-nah-nah-nah, uh-uh-uh Nah-nah-nah-nah, uh-uh-uh Nah-nah-nah-nah Stand-up nigga with his chest out Bitch, y'all better stand down, we got gun rounds Killers, they hit 'em, I give 'em the rundown Nigga would've been dead, but he never come out Bitch you know what I said, don't say what I'm talking 'bout, yeah-yeah Drum on the Glock and that bitch is a four-oh Try to reach for my chain, you know that's a no-no Turn off the music, we stopping the show, bro We gon' leave 'em extinct, that boy, he a dodo (Ayy, ayy) Free my nigga, hope the judge get AIDS Nigga comin' for me, better disengage Pussy-ass nigga think this shit gravy (On god) More guns than the army, military, navy Bag on his hat, he gone in a day (He gone in a day) We know where he at, and we know where he stay (We know where he stay) Point him out, we attack, gun like, he lay (He lay) And my bro got the gat while I rock out the stage (Rock out the stage) And I'm goin' for seconds 'cause I just had a play (Uh huh) Say you getting me whacked, nigga, where is the date? Why did you kill 'em? I did it for Satan They want me forgive 'em, but I said I can't (Ayy, ayy) Daydream about the money (I'm daydreamin') Then a nigga woke up in it (I woke in it) Plenty losses in the game, didn't have much luck in it Peep a nigga energy and watch how he move, I ain't even fuck with it Mama tell me not to keep my tool, but I do, the thug in me (Ayy, ayy) Ayy, grr Ayy, grr Ayy Thug in me It's up in me NLE, Top Shotta Bomb like Al-Qaeda Mmm, brrt
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Noah Thomas Pettigrew, Stefan Vihelmsson, Gunnlaugur Orri Sumarlidason Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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