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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Albee Al
Albee Al
Performer
DUSTY LOCANE
DUSTY LOCANE
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kajun Waters
Kajun Waters
Songwriter
Albert Robinson
Albert Robinson
Songwriter
Reginald Miot
Reginald Miot
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kajun Waters
Kajun Waters
Producer
Christian Murda Burke
Christian Murda Burke
Recording Engineer
NDA
NDA
Mixing Engineer

Texty

Brought poles to the function hopped out **** started running
And you dont wanna talk bodies cause we pile em up like its nothing
Opp pack and its punching, my little homies say fuck it
If we outside I give him the green now all he gotta do is up it
(Blrrbah)
Choppa wake up the neighbor
I caught him slipping and graved him
Bitch I'm a shooter like Tatum
He on the floor and they tryna save him
I'm from the trenches they made him
She know I'm a shooter still tryna date him
I'll grab the drac and wave it
Hopped out and he gunned down
All the **** hearing is the drum sounds
Two poles and they switched up
You aint one of us then don't come around
Toe tagging he a man down
Its gone be another man down
Oh he aint know that was used for the drillers
Guess that **** understand now
Hold tf up
Lets go
I want them dead
All of that wolfing and dissing is dead
I told my brother that I'm seeing red and he bought me his head
Dusty is crib and **** I'm bl****d
Ending your life if you run into us
He screaming cuz its brotherly love
Gangster to gangster it come from the mud
What's cracking?
Look
**** coming from the bottom
We was dealing with the opposition broad day
Had my little homie drop him
He was in the picture so we cropped him
Roll that boy in a splif its knocking
ARP or the Drac Al got the K you know we a problem
Who am I ?
King of my city I'm giving them hope
I heard a opp got shot in the throat
Stars in the mission its murder she wrote
So who want the smoke
I heard he died but his eyes open they thought he was woke
I had to mute em the glock a remote
Swear I be tripping I'm easy provoked
Go...
Shit will get sticky man I got it on me
I'm keeping a blicky at war with the city & cop tryna get me, opps tryna get me
You better run like you ricky you better run run run
You better run like you ricky cause I got a gun gun gun
Look
My **** prone to violence
And wether you with us or not don't matter
Casue my **** known for sliding
They got it down to a science
All I gotta do is send a Lo and go
You know my **** on timing
Heated up change the climate
Green beam on the lazer
Let him run I dont gotta chase him
To the gang I'ma savor
Have em pushing weight like a tape up
Fourth quarter we were down five but we couldnt let them **** take us
Tell em drill and its copy now we scoring on them like a Laker
Brought poles to the function .. hopped out **** started running
And you dont wanna talk bodies cause we pile em up like its nothing
Opp pack and its punching, my little homies say fuck it
If we outside I give him the green now all he gotta do it up it
(Blrrbah)
Choppa wake up the neighbor
I caught him slipping and graved him
Bitch I'm a shooter like Tatetum
He on the floor and they begging to save him
I'm from the trenches they made him
She know I'm a shooter and still tryna date him ...
I grab the drac and wave it
Written by: Albert Robinson, Kajun Waters, Reginald Miot
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