Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Performer
DJ Chose
Programming
ThisABeats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Jackie Plant Jr.
Songwriter
Aaron Michael Blosser
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Chose
Producer
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
ThisABeats
Producer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
First grade I told myself I never liked to play
Woke up grabbed the stick like who gon' die today
When it come to murder, I don’t hesitate
I was in that bottom just the other day
**** rap about kills, I know real deal bring out that yellow tape
Put his feet up in the air that’s what Osama say
Dissin’ on the net, I’m trying to see how many your rental take
Everytime they come around, we treat it like a holiday
Aiming for his head, took off his ear, he ain’t listen anyway
I might pop out in your section with my weapon ain't no checkin’ in
All the killers give me my respect, they know I get it in
Ain't lovin' on his bitch, I need her mouth, I tell her get it right
Clutchin’ on my stick all up in class you can ask funny Mike
Ain't gotta rap on bodies, bitch I got 'em if you know, you know
Pull up serving **** door to door, we just like Dominos
And I know what to do when pussy **** want to do the most
Treat them just like strippers, drop a bag they shaking by they toes
Might spend a 10, if I want 'em bad, I probably spend a dub
Trollin' on the gram to get some fame, that **** died for a buzz
Last time we heard him speak, he said he come and wipe her nose
They ain't even cry about that **** since his funeral
What that switch do? Pick yo brotha up, he a tissue
What that switch do? Pick yo dawg up, he a tissue
What that switch do? Pick yo dad up, he a tissue
What that switch do? Pick yo cousin up, he a tissue
What that switch do? Pick yo partner up, he a tissue
What that switch do? Pick yo gang up, he a tissue
Written by: Aaron Michael Blosser, Frederick Givens II, Jackie Plant, Jackie Plant Jr., Norman Payne