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Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
DMac
DMac
Programming
Karltin Bankz
Karltin Bankz
Programming
Londn Blue
Londn Blue
Programming
TntXD
TntXD
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
David McDowell
David McDowell
Songwriter
Jerome Grant
Jerome Grant
Songwriter
Jhamiel
Jhamiel
Songwriter
Lukas Payne
Lukas Payne
Songwriter
Sterling Reynolds
Sterling Reynolds
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
DMac
DMac
Producer
Karltin Bankz
Karltin Bankz
Producer
Londn Blue
Londn Blue
Producer
TntXD
TntXD
Producer

Texty

[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(DMac on the fuckin' track)
Oh-oh, NLE the Top Shotta
I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Woah, woah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Sometimes I gamble with my heart, I'm takin' chances, where my love at?
Don't know where to start, it got me askin', "Where the drugs at?"
Suburban who? 'Cause I be posted with the Rugrats
Came up off of robbin', but my OG really sold crack
Billion views up, but I'll still go and kill somethin'
Take one of my dawgs and I'ma make sure all y'all feel one
Unexpected shootout, you ain't knowin' when that drill come
Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'til you **** come
[Verse 1]
And I ain't goin' in 'til the mornin'
I see a cop, I'm on it
We leave his mama mournin'
He send a threat, ignore it
The internet for corporate
We leave his body cold spread and then his breath aborted
Wanna go far, but I know bullshit be stoppin' you
Tell 'em keep goin' hard 'cause I know that's just what I would do
People who pushin' through they battles, I swear I'm proud of you
People who say they gon' be there for you ain't on side of you
Granny and mama happy her son havin' a baby
Movin' like a don, so them **** steady hate me
Mama say I'm crazy 'cause I'm posted with the Drac', man
Tuck it in my pants, I can't let a **** take me
Life gettin' better, but sometimes it's gettin' hard
People want beneficials, but they ain't play a part
Turn your back on me, we getting ready for war
Backseat with this Drac', we lettin' fire off in this car
Gambles and crosses and losses, we take those
If you ain't man enough, then my killers known to make those
Pesos, we get even, that's if you owe, bro
Game up in a chokehold, they tellin' me to let go
[Bridge]
Lately, I been havin' stress all day
Too many problems we face
Gotta sit down and pray
Uh-uh, I swear to that it's gon' be okay
[Chorus]
Sometimes I gamble with my heart, I'm takin' chances, where my love at?
Don't know where to start, it got me askin', "Where the drugs at?"
Suburban who? 'Cause I be posted with the rugrats
Came up off of robbin', but my OG really sold crack
Billion views up, but I'll still go and kill somethin'
Take one of my dawgs and I'ma make sure all y'all feel one
Unexpected shootout, you ain't knowin' when that drill come
Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'til you **** come
[Outro]
Yeah
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
We'll post up 'til you **** come
Written by: Bryson Potts, David McDowell, Jerome Grant, Jhamiel, Lukas Payne, Luke David Clay, Sterling Reynolds, Thomas Horton
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