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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Horace Walls
Horace Walls
Songwriter
Tyler David Maline
Tyler David Maline
Songwriter
Liam McAlister
Liam McAlister
Songwriter
Indyah Mcalister
Indyah Mcalister
Songwriter
Jesse Morris
Jesse Morris
Songwriter
Maximilian McFarlin
Maximilian McFarlin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trademark
Trademark
Producer
LMC
LMC
Producer
Prodbyjm
Prodbyjm
Producer
INDYAH
INDYAH
Producer
Horace Walls Jr.
Horace Walls Jr.
Recording Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Tell me when the guns are left around) (We're gonna start a riot) (La, la, la, la, la, la, la) (La, la, la, la, la, la, la) (Damn, Trademark) Load the guns up and wait for the sun to go down We're gonna start a riot About my loved ones, no understanding at all I'm gonna start a riot (Tell me when the guns are left around) (We're gonna start a riot) La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la Pull your mask down when the sun go down For the ones I love, I burn down the whole town Made it out that flood, they was hopin' that we drown All that tweakin', leave you sleepin', put a hole in your crown (Tell me when the guns are left around) (We're gonna start a riot) La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la Them wicked niggas in the cut, they just waitin' on the go Yeah, I know that nigga dead I'm just waitin' on a post Young nigga, stayed down I was waitin' on the flow I ain't get why they was laughin' I was waitin' on the joke I was waitin', tryna catch 'em I was ready, trying to score (grrt, grrt) Can't put my jacket on his head, it's six thousand for my coat Got plenty Ps, don't need no dope Got right 'round, don't need no hope I'm gon' get close, don't need no scope Hand me a strap, I bet I blow Hand me a strap, I bet I bang Ask Lil D, he know I bang Ask Lil 2, he know I bang Ask Forrest, he know I bang How they know? 'Cause we done banged Pull up, skrrt, skrrt, hop out, flame (damn) Grrah, grrah, bang, grrah, grrah, grrah (pew, pew, pew) Load the guns up and wait for the sun to go down We're gonna start a riot About my loved ones, no understanding at all I'm gonna start a riot (Tell me when the guns are left around) (We're gonna start a riot) La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la Pull your mask down when the sun go down For the ones I love, I burn down the whole town Made it out that flood, they was hopin' that we drown All that tweakin', leave you sleepin', put a hole in your crown I'm wicked
Writer(s): Liam Mcalister, Horace Walls, Jesse Morris, Tyler Maline, Macshooter 49, Indyah Mcalister Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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