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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coupe
Coupe
Producer
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

Nigga be really havin' this money for real For real, like a lot of this shit, nigga, like Rich shooter, bitch (COUPE) Chopsticks and a blick I got 'em froze like some animals (I got 'em froze like some animals) Perc-30 and a 30 Let's go out and handle somethin' (let's go out and handle somethin') An untamed gorilla from the 6, they cannot handle him (nah) Trap beat in the A, I got blocks, make a play (make a play) And my ho protect the spot, won't go, no way (go, no way) Too many shooters in this bitch Strapped up, it's too many K's (too many K's) Everybody gon' do what I say (yeah) Every word that I say is law (law) This game, I play too raw (raw) That's why I keep my gun on me, beam just like Rudolph (Rudolph) Ridin' with the roof off (roof off) I'm tryna knock your roof off (roof off) I don't care 'bout what you 'bout, ayy What I'm 'bout, don't talk 'bout (nah) Yellow tape, bring that chalk out (chalk out) Give me somethin' to smoke on (smoke on) He want issues 'bout some shit, we smoke him (smoke him) Me and Bloody D, we in the dope bowl (dope bowl) Tryna break shit down, tryna get everything sold (yeah) When I walk up out this spot, I swear I got a big bankroll Know I got a double band that bitch This bitch here won't fold (bitch here won't fold) And we got them kilos, I need me more migos (migo) Boy, you know I'm rich shooter Gotta add more zeros (add, add more zeros) I ain't shootin' shit for free, Slime ain't been a hero (never) Gotta be 'bout commas if you explain it to my mama (to my mama) I got enough commas make them folks Come whack your mama (stop playin') We got somethin' in common when it Come down to gettin' money (oh yeah) Sold that boy so many Percocets That boy turned junkie (turned junkie) Started stealin' Seven-point-six-twos turned that boy To mummy (ayy, wrap his bitch ass up) Chopsticks and a blick I got 'em froze like some animals (I got 'em froze like some animals) Perc-30 and a 30 Let's go out and handle somethin' (let's go out and handle somethin') An untamed gorilla from the 6, they cannot handle him (nah) Trap beat in the A, I got blocks, make a play (make a play) And my ho protect the spot, won't go, no way (go, no way) Too many shooters in this bitch Strapped up, it's too many K's (too many K's) Everybody gon' do what I say (yeah) Every word that I say is law (law) This game, I play too raw (raw) That's why I keep my gun on me, beam just like Rudolph Back out of town, it was a breeze (it was a breeze) I was with a dime piece, she know what I need (what I need) She say she independent, say she like move P's (ooh) Pay her to come move my weed (ooh) Told her somethin' go wrong Then I'ma chop a bitch down like a tree (ooh) Hold my money, that's a fee (yeah) I like her body, that's on me (that's on me) Dirty dreads, red bandana, R.I.P. Every day I thought 'bout beef Don't try this shit, this ain't sweet (uh-uh) Boy, you know I'm known for eatin', nigga Ain't no bitch in me neither (what?) Know I'm ready to go to war with you and all your people (uh-huh) Don't you call them peeps Put your family in your business, boy, you're not street (you're not) Glock with me, don't want beef (you know) I don't wanna beef with a bitch I'm too rich for pussy entertainment (pussy) Think you got a gun, you ain't dangerous (huh?) You say you tried to catch a body Why you weren't aimin'? (Weren't aimin') Your buddy got popped, why the hell you singin'? (You singin'?) You need to get some straightenin' If it was me, I'd go get some straightenin' (yeah) Chopsticks and a blick I got 'em froze like some animals (I got 'em froze like some animals) Perc-30 and a 30 Let's go out and handle somethin' (let's go out and handle somethin') An untamed gorilla from the 6, they cannot handle him (nah) Trap beat in the A, I got blocks, make a play (make a play) And my ho protect the spot, won't go, no way (go, no way) Too many shooters in this bitch Strapped up, it's too many K's (too many K's) Everybody gon' do what I say (yeah) Every word that I say is law (law) This game, I play too raw (raw) That's why I keep my gun on me, beam just like Rudolph (Rudolph) Hope you dangerous If it was me, I hope you dangerous Haha 'Cause you approach me, you know how I'm comin', nigga Stop playin'
Writer(s): Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Edward Maclin Cooper Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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