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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Brandon Jamal Russell
Brandon Jamal Russell
Songwriter
Brian Lamar Stewart Jr
Brian Lamar Stewart Jr
Songwriter
Jahmoni Campbell
Jahmoni Campbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BJ Beatz
BJ Beatz
Producer
Bboy Beatz
Bboy Beatz
Producer
Johnny Gaitan JR
Johnny Gaitan JR
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Jahmoni Campbell
Jahmoni Campbell
Producer
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Yeah Fours up (Fours up), yeah, roll somethin' (Roll somethin') If your pole up, nigga, put your soul up (Ah) Southside (Southside), off mine (Off mine, BMoney, who that is?) Huh, I heard he came outside Nigga, it's about time (Bboy dripping that sauce) Bitch, I ain't got no cut on me, these pistols stuck to me I point at him, it's R.I.P., who the fuck he 'posed to be? My price is low like DoubleTree, I got a dub on me You piss me off, I'll make you sleep, can't put no trust in me I got niggas out the city rockin' niggas, tryna ah, ah I'm known to get busy, tell the police that I stopped now Postmark to watch my work, you beef with me, it ain't no stop signs I've been posting my location, tryna bring 'em outside Can't say too much, it's confidential Break the rules, I'm presidential Killer smile, just check my dentals, I smile in every picture He wanna step, I see potential, hit the whip, no fender bender My new lil' son ain't got no name, hit her once, now he a member Fours up (Fours up), yeah, roll somethin' (Roll somethin') If your pole up, nigga, put your soul up (Ah) Southside (Southside), off mine (Off mine) Huh, I heard he came outside, nigga, it's about time Fours up (Fours up), woes up (Hold up) I'm back from the dead, look who showed up (Look who showed up) Ball up (Fours), hold up (Bop, bop) Any nigga play, he gettin' rolled up (Grr) Step on the scene, they know the business (Yeah) Nigga try, my fingers itchin' (Bop) I throw my hood in every city (Four) Low-key don't want attention I'm deadly, you should keep your distance (Keep your distance) I drop a pretty penny (Yeah, yeah) I'm clutchin', I forgot to mention (Ha) I tucked it by my jewelry (Ha) Hollows leave his stomach hot (Baow) I do my Diddy bop (Yee) No lackin', got the glizzy out (Got the glizzy out) Cook him like tater tots Don't play with him, better know your place (Yeah) Closed casket, take his face (Take his face) Try to run, we givin' chase (Grr) He better count his days (Grr) Fours up (Fours up), yeah, roll somethin' (Roll somethin') If your pole up, nigga, put your soul up (Ah) Southside (Southside), off mine (Off mine) Huh, I heard he came outside, nigga, it's about time Fours up (Fours up), woes up (Hold up) I'm back from the dead, look who showed up (Look who showed up) Ball up (Fours), hold up (Bop, bop) Any nigga play, he gettin' rolled up (Grr)
Writer(s): Fredrick Ii Givens, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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