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Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
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Daniel Cordero
Daniel Cordero
Songwriter
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Songwriter
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Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
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Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
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DannyGotThatJuice
DannyGotThatJuice
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Helluva
Helluva
Producer

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(Helluva made this beat, baby) Little Jay and Twan, little Jay and-, ayy Twan walkin' with his bloods A car pull up, he think he trippin' off them drugs They rolled the window down and was like, "What up, cuz? That nigga that y'all killed at that store, I'm his son" Twan like, "Don't call me cuz, boy, I'm Blood Gang brazy" Before he could finish, lil' cuz up a Drakey Glah, glah, bang, left his mans on the pavement Shots flyin', Twan hit a fence, he escaped him Lil' cuz live on the 'Gram like, "I'm shakin' shit Keep your head up, when I blow, that chopper breakin' shit" He pissed 'cause he gave Jay200k to take the hit Jay ain't complete it, Twan caught him out and sprayed the whip His girl died, don't nobody know where Jay at Twan sick his mans got dropped, he couldn't spray back He call his other mans like, "I'm slippin', where my K at? That lil' nigga tried to take my life, I need some payback" Lil' cuz playin' with a check, he out here flexin' All on the 'Gram, he want the world to know he pressin' Niggas get money and go absent, that nigga out here present He think he front line, but really, he movin' reckless Lil' cuz link up with a bitch on the low She know where Twan live, oh, yeah, it's on the floor She like, "I know this off-guard and random, I know But Twan killed my cousin, that nigga gotta go" Lil' cuz look at Twan picture like, "I'm murkin' you" Told his homie, "Fall back, my baby, this shit personal" That new MAC-11 like a bitch, it's gon' squirt and ooze Ain't gon' stop huntin' niggas 'til he see a hearse or two He pull up to Twan crib, oh, shit Twan get home, he on some drunk, 'bout to fall shit Walk up to his door, he look up and see all blicks Lil' cuz aimin' at his face like, "You lost, bitch?" Walk him in the crib, took him to the room Lil' cuz like, "I'm takin' everything too You killed a real nigga, don't trip, you dyin' soon" That nigga final sight was a Glock, boom Twan lift his head up Lil' cuz layin' on the floor with his head bust Jay in the doorway, gun in his hand up Smokin', like, "You ain't know this shit was in the plans, huh?" Twan reach for his heat, tryna strike Jay pin him down, Twan drunk, he can't even fight Jay like, "I know I crossed you, let me make it right This nigga was 'bout to kill you, I just saved your life I crossed you and that wasn't my job as a brother Kill me, I still trust you, to show you I still love you" Twan got up, them niggas embraced each other Can't shit come between them, they closer than real brothers "I crossed you and that wasn't my job as a brother Kill me, I still trust you, to show you I still love you" Twan got up, them niggas embraced each other Twan put the metal to his head and he busted
Writer(s): William Roberts, Chrisette Payne, Kevin Crowe, Eric Ortiz, Aubrey Graham, Terry Sanchez Wallace, Martin Mccurtis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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