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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Albee Al
Albee Al
Performer
Mozzy
Mozzy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Robinson
Albert Robinson
Songwriter
Timothy Cornell Patterson
Timothy Cornell Patterson
Songwriter
mark Adams sotelo
mark Adams sotelo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Code Red
Code Red
Producer
LILZ
LILZ
Mixing Engineer
NDA
NDA
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Okay (you are now listening to Code Red) Who ya big homie? I'ma snatch his rank (snatch his rank) You ain't a shark, jump out the tank (jump out the tank) Kill the nigga (hmm), kill the nigga Who ya big homie? I'ma snatch his rank (snatch his rank) You ain't a shark, jump out the tank (safe and sure) Kill that boy so fast, couldn't even blink Heard he died with his pole, he couldn't even think (hell no) Asked the hops about that scourer, man they getting spanked (yeah) Said she gon' ride his wave till that ship sank All these racks on me, they got robbing banks (raked up) Take them niggas real, man, I take the ain't (that nigga pussy) Off white when I step out (step out) Seen A by balling, I was left out (I was left out) Now I'm tryna eat like it's a mess out (ha) Heard they ain't see the shooter, he just crept out (bom, bom) Smell in the air, hit a deaf out (hit a deaf out) I'm a millionaire, I was a dropout (I was a dropout) Got the body on camera, I told him cop out (cop out) He like, bruh, I'm gon' spin him, tryna pop out (tryna pop out) SRT with the lights out Like, if I catch a hop, then it's lights out (lights out) Bro on his third strike, he bout to strike out Better way your fucking helmet like a bike out Pop a perk, until my mood switched (my mood switched) Went to war with niggas I walked to school with (that's real shit) Went to school with It's only five niggas I'm really cool with Who ya big homie? I'ma snatch his rank (nigga pussy) You ain't a shark, jump out the tank (jump out the tank) Kill that boy so fast, couldn't even blink (couldn't even blink) Heard he died with his pole, he couldn't even think (bom bom) Asked the hops about that scourer, man they getting spanked (yeah) Said she gon' ride his wave till that ship sank All these racks on me, they got robbing banks (raked up) Take them niggas real, man, I take the ain't (that nigga pussy) The vibes is demonic, we on demon time Shoot or squeeze without consent like he could read my mind Hey, when I'm top, Ike ain't squeezin' fire We striked up around this bitch like a dealer's attire Felt his prayers was answered when he heard them sirens Quit actin' like the reaper if you don't call on God You niggas frauds on my dad when she ain't body nothing I'm certified, reverse time, I hawked him off the line Confirms over here, I'm talking confirmations Ain't skip, I don't know, skip them the obligations Stripping for his rank and it get confiscated Held it down while you niggas was holding conversations What you really into, what's your occupation? They ain't caution for your gangsta when we run your place Don't be talking 'bout no paper, cuz you're not a hustler Word is you couldn't bail out on a 100k, aye Who ya big homie? I'ma snatch his rank (snatch his rank) You ain't a shark, jump out the tank (safe and sure) Kill that boy so fast, couldn't even blink Heard he died with his pole, he couldn't even think (hell no) Asked the hops about that scourer, man they getting spanked (yeah) Said she gon' ride his wave till that ship sank All these racks on me, they got robbing banks (raked up) Take them niggas real, man, I take the ain't (that nigga pussy) Who ya big homie? Who ya big homie? I say who ya big homie?
Writer(s): Timothy Cornell Patterson, Albert Robinson, Mark Adams Sotelo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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