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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Redd
Justin Redd
Songwriter
Ismail Shabazz
Ismail Shabazz
Songwriter
Casey Russell
Casey Russell
Songwriter
Tyler Hall
Tyler Hall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lord Casso
Lord Casso
Producer

Στίχοι

CHANG Stupid lil bitch try run up on me She know I get da green I get up early to count up da green Damn I feel like a feen Hop in the spaceship and I just take off Damn I love the exhaust These niggas lookin exhausted I'm on floss shit I need a bad boss bitch Fuck all da cost shit These niggas lookin like reptiles On some Lacoste shit I came to fuck up the spot Niggas talking spicy but these niggas ain't hot We get that guap We get that guap I might buy out the lot I might buy out some stocks I might buy back the block Yea we working, yea we work round the clock Niggas really talking but these niggas ain't hot But these niggas ain't hot These niggas ain't hot These niggas is blocked And they could get shot Fuck all that shit You talking some shit I'm ending that shit I'll hit the block with my whole clique And we on some kill shit And you could get killed bitch Stepping out like a marching band Busting moves, you a running man Switching up to a tap dance Why are these niggas so cap man Came out the mud with them racks fam Spend it all and double back Need it all like ASAP Let me see where your head at Been there since way back She was on me like a A-track Now we up, we the A-team Why they mad they can't find me Bad chick right beside me Bad chick right beside me She give me head and she siamese She bout to feel on my body I'm bout to go catch a homie Yea Yea I'm about to go catch a homie Yea Yea I'm about to go catch a homie She wanna fuck with a nigga She wanna fuck with the gang She selling bottles for profits Used to keep racks in my wallet Used to keep weed, trees, and lean Run up the racks Money machine She want it all A Taste of the cream Niggas be bugging Watching my money Watching my drugs You ain't the plug You get no love You set me up You gettin lined Ba Ba Ba Ba Taking your time You getting lined Ba Ba Ba Ba Taking your time My niggas stacking like we on the line You could get packed up like Vick in his prime I got some places to go, I got people to meet Ain't no time to be beefing online You niggas talk like you balling No NBA Jammers my nigga that shit outta line Fuck what you talking You gotta walk here my nigga You niggas ain't really my kind I swear I'm too in for real And this verse worth a mil So I gotta stay on my grind Shit I been working for free And they still envy me I guess I'm doing something right My gang be all MVP's We do it with ease I swear this shit a scary sight Damn
Writer(s): Justin Redd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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