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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob49
Rob49
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Lewis
Ian Lewis
Songwriter
Joseph Steele
Joseph Steele
Songwriter
Robert Coleman Thomas
Robert Coleman Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
10:40
Producer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Joshua “Za” Zayas
Recording Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Schife
Schife
Producer

Songtexte

Mmh (yeah) You gave 'em niggas a brick, 'za? (Fasho, fasho) Shit over now, hmm Yeah (yeah), used to call lil' bro a pill head 'Til I took that bitch and understood just what that pill did (just what that pill did) I was 17, skippin' school, stealin' from the mailman (skrrt) Waited 'til he got grown to be gangsta, I don't feel that Told him watch his gang, he got a slow leak (he got a slow leak) Watch what you say around 'em niggas, I think they police (I think they police) He got some pints and out the blue, he say he sell lean (he say he sell lean) I don't know what's wrong, but for some reason, I don't trust people (I don't trust people) Yeah, know you see us turnin' up (yeah), put on your binoculars (your binoculars) Richer than lil' Roddy 'nem (yeah), richer than a lotta niggas You heard she a good girl 'cause you ain't see that side of her (ain't see that side of her) But I saw that side of her (yeah), that lil' ho be turnin' up (damn) I'm feelin' like Scarface in the trenches with a sling (brrt) I just got shot, I'm back outside like I ain't feel a thing Yeah, I ain't gon' lie, that hurt, so I ain't gon tell 'em what you said (tell 'em what you said) Shit, I send four to go press 'em, niggas poppin' up dead Yeah, clutchin' in the bulletproof, five percent the rentals too VM, Vulture Mafia turnt up, gon' make your ho a thot I'm in the trenches right now, bitch, come pull up right now No, that ain't the realest 'za, I'll finesse a nigga two times Bitch gon' pull up right now, yeah, told 'em niggas come pull up right now, what's happenin'? Yeah, bitch, come pull up right now, yeah, keep tellin' 'em niggas come pull up right now, yeah Yeah (yeah), used to call lil' bro a pill head 'Til I took that bitch and understood just what that pill did (just what that pill did) I was 17, skippin' school, stealin' from the mailman (skrrt) Waited 'til he got grown to be gangsta, I don't feel that (boom) Told him watch his gang, he got a slow leak (got a slow leak) Watch what you say around 'em niggas, I think they police (I think they police) He got some pints and out the blue, he say he sell lean (he say he sell lean) I don't know what's wrong, but for some reason, I don't trust people (I don't trust people) Yeah, nigga, ain't shit green around here, I'm on gang I know what'll turn this ho up, that D'USSÉ Mmm, he a rat, his daddy a rat, all spray I hang with some murderer niggas, what you sayin'? And I keep my heater on me all in December I put the chain on and make her suck it with the chain on Put that brain on, I made lil' shawty put that brain on me Paid a good lawyer, after that, got the case dropped Bitch, what you sayin'? I-I know youngins after his man like he Pac-Man He done lost a hunnid thousand in a dice game I-I done took her to the beach, she tryna sight see Your nigga ain't like me
Writer(s): Joseph Dionte Steele, Robert Coleman Thomas, Ian Brandon Lews Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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