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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dougie B
Dougie B
Vocals
Yagi B
Yagi B
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arion Howard
Arion Howard
Songwriter
Damien Beepat
Damien Beepat
Songwriter
Christopher Holloway
Christopher Holloway
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glo banks
Glo banks
Producer
ELIWTF
ELIWTF
Mixing Engineer
CON-ED
CON-ED
Recording Engineer

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(Glo made that beat?) He panic on drills, he a do-bad Spin through the block, my opps don't do that Let that boy live, why the fuck would I do that? Ran so fast, ain't no tellin' where his shoes at Head shot gang, tryna aim where his tooth at Blood to the bone, but the cous' rock a blue flag Free Nick B, now Blu, bring the goons back Y'all talk out yo' mind, I done seen niggas lose that On the guys, swear to guys, I move too tact New knocks, can't fit in the fanny Told Dougie, "Let's take us a trip" I heard they sellin' Matthew in Miami (Matthew) Off the Xanny, you know I'ma trip Smokin' the Dummy, he punchin' like Manny And I still gotta walk with a stick 'Cause this 40 too big for a fanny Fuckin' with me, I'ma tweak Bitch ain't no missin', I got my new chop with a beam Doowop gon' shoot it for free You could call me D-Wade, boomin' the heat, more than three Who really fuckin' with me? They keep telling me, chill Bitch, I'm a fiend from the B Walk up, can't dump out the V He throw up the G Hol' on, do that part (Boom, hol' on) Punch in, punch it, punch in Bi- Bitch I'm MB, tell 'em check it Sevside gang, bitch, we makin' it hectic Like bitch, is we sextin'? Fuck is you textin'? DTB 'telly for sessions Niggas don't know learn they lesson, no we not stressin' Big 38 for the weapon Too deep, two chops, with a smoochie They not outside, older heads get the message Came home, gang said, we at war Bitch, you got shot if you fuck with the four Told Kay Kay, keep rapping, he opening doors Told bro, I don't make it, I'm uppin' the score Clutchin', I'm uppin', boom like it's nothin' I just might shoot up the function Pour a six, d'usse for the east Bitch, my lean clean, we not doin' the tussin' And no, I'm not chattin' and fussin' Talk out yo' mouth, I tell Moni to dump it How its beef and you broke niggas buggin'? You wish he stopped, we do 20 like nothin' Like thottie, you buggin, no cuffin' We could do drills, we get low, then we rumpin' Perky bussin', need water or somethin' Smokin' on Matt, soon catch a concussion Gang, gang, gang (grr) Bow, bow, bow
Writer(s): Damien Beepat, Arion Howard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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