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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Joshua Samuel
Joshua Samuel
Songwriter
Braylen Rembert
Braylen Rembert
Songwriter
Daiki Ishii
Daiki Ishii
Songwriter
Bennett Eub
Bennett Eub
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayo Bleu
Ayo Bleu
Producer
Eastwave
Eastwave
Producer
Trill
Trill
Producer
TURNMEUPJOSH
TURNMEUPJOSH
Producer
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Youngblood
Ryan Youngblood
Recording Engineer
Jarius Jordan
Jarius Jordan
Recording Engineer
D. Cannon
D. Cannon
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Turn me up, Josh) ayy, let's go (Trill on the Keys) ayy, let's go Tryna get some sip on Yeah (EastWave, you cooked this?) My patience short, I can't go back and forth I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse This the most murders in history, left the city torched Maybe now they get the point They wasn't with us when I had like 50 bows on Tubman Court (Ayo Bleu) They can't question nothin', we got our rank up now I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down I gave him assignments, and he promised to make me proud Only way you get home safe is if we ain't in town And if I am, he hit on, I'm tryna get somethin' sent home Right where yo' partner rest in piss, they try to flush yo' shit on (bah-bah-bah) But niggas track stars, I don't know why they act hard Only shoot at backboards, makin' sure he don't survive That's what we double back for, right now, I'm in rare form Niggas only use they feet in shootouts, they got leg arms He died 'fore he hit the ground, the first two shots was head, lungs (bah-bah-bah) Bullets hittin', have you feelin' all over your body like its bedbugs Four deep on the same block, a flunky had killed lil' dead homes Niggas out here reppin' like they steppin', know they dead wrong I can promise pain for yo' last name even once you gone Hard times and sad songs, and blood spilled from guns drawn My patience short, I can't go back and forth I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse This the most murders in history, left the city torched Maybe now they get the point They wasn't with us when I had like 50 bows on Tubman Court They can't question nothin', we got our rank up now I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down I gave him assignments, and he promised to make me proud Only way you get home safe is if we ain't in town Can't call you my dawg if you ain't the one that's on the block with me (let's get it) If you ever snake me one time ever, ain't no apologies (yeah-yeah-yeah) Learned to fill up blocks before I filled out for some colleges Few times, kicked it with some rivals, it turned out to be robberies (yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah) Ever hit a stain on a hundred pounds? Gotta get it off On parole, if that drive too long, I take them switches off (yeah, yeah-yeah) They throw up signs, this picture for the feds, make sure you send it off (send it off) Three hundred thousand for the Lamb' truck, I make the engine cough I need drugs, I take prescription, I'm gifted (yeah-yeah) And I can't tell you nothin', you gon' gossip all my business I care 'bout my dawgs, not the blogs, I'm the trenches When I'm thinkin' 'bout Von, I put an eight inside a mystic (yeah) My patience short, I can't go back and forth I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse This the most murders in history, left the city torched Maybe now they get the point They wasn't with us when I had like 50 bows on Tubman Court (Ayo Bleu) They can't question nothin', we got our rank up now I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down I gave him assignments, and he promised to make me proud Only way you get home safe is if we ain't in town (in town)
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Royce Monroe Coffin, Braylen Rembert, George Stone, Joshua Samuel, Daiki Ishii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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