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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
Vocals
ArrDee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Daniel Moras
Songwriter
Variations
Songwriter
Alex Christian Jean Petit
Songwriter
Kiowa Roukema
Songwriter
Riley Davies
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NLE Choppa
Co-Producer
Cash Money AP
Producer
Daniel Moras
Producer
Variations
Producer
YoungKio
Producer
Tiernan Cranny
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
Texty
Mm (CashMoneyAP)
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, brrt
Gotta watch up
I look both ways 'fore I cross the street, ayy
Ayy
Gotta watch these niggas I fuck with
Your friend might be the enemy (be the enemy)
Every day nigga lose they life 'cause a four-letter word that's called envy (envy)
He fake, we cut the heads off snakes
Ayy, Ali boombayah, ayy, spray, ayy
Tell your homie come pick his face up
Draco beat his face up just like makeup, yeah
I ain't never took no pay cuts
What a life cost? I'ma make him pay up, yeah
God told me, "Shorten your days up"
In the cut with a fully loaded banger
Everywhere I go, twist my fingers
Like I can't understand a thing, yeah
Reach if you want to, you ain't gon' take shit
Soon as you reach, I'ma frame your pic'
Hatin'-ass hoe, bitch, get off my dick
Said what I said and I said what I meant
Overseas, I'm with Central Cee in a BNB with a hundred somethin' hoes
I took the Wock' to Poland, I'm the UK with them bowls
I got the key, the key, the key
This not for the door, it got up her nose
I gotta feed the, feed the streets
Remember them days I was down below
Fast on my feet, but I walked him down
Can't get up, now he down for the count
Bitch, we dodgin' RICOs, so let me watch my mouth
Gotta watch these niggas I fuck with (fuck with)
Your friend might be the enemy (be the enemy)
Every day nigga lose they life 'cause a four-letter word that's called envy (that's called envy)
He fake, we cut the heads off snakes (off snakes)
Ayy, Ali boombayah, ayy, spray, ayy
They can lead horses to the water
Can't teach moles, that's how they was brought up
Know what he's thinking before the thought comes (what?)
Try schemin' like a Lambs of the Slaughter
Success just gave me the sore one
Kids from the same place, yeah, that's torture (fuck that)
NLE's strapped up, can't get your jaw touched
Spinning the T, MV while I bore one
In the DM, they hate on the geezer (ah)
But I see 'em and they want a feature (hah)
I bucked Mace, he was tryin' to flee but (what?)
Had their eye on my plate when the meat come
That's a snake if I ever did seen one
Only day ones that I want to see now
And the money so mind corrupting
Still got my eye out for anything suspect
Gotta watch these niggas I fuck with (fuck with)
Your friend might be the enemy (be the enemy)
Every day nigga lose they life 'cause a four-letter word that's called envy (that's called envy)
He fake, we cut the heads off snakes (off snakes)
Ayy, Ali boombayah, ayy, spray, ayy
Your friend might be the enemy
'Cause a four-letter word that's called envy
We cut the heads off snakes
Ayy, Ali boombayah, ayy, spray, ayy
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Alex Petit, Kiowa Roukema, Daniel Raab, Anton Kempel Groen
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