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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
Ray J
Ray J
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Freddie Jerkins
Freddie Jerkins
Songwriter
Rodney Jerkins
Rodney Jerkins
Songwriter
Willie Ray Norwood Jr
Willie Ray Norwood Jr
Songwriter
Bill Kapri
Bill Kapri
Songwriter
Fred Jerkins
Fred Jerkins
Songwriter
Lashawn Daniels
Lashawn Daniels
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hiram Shultebrandt
Hiram Shultebrandt
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Saved By Da Bell
Saved By Da Bell
Producer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I been watchin' this opp on a drone Pull up cockin' it, aim at his dome Bust at right, I could never be wrong I'ma fight for the love that we on When we fuckin', I never be 'lone And I never go the same way home When I slide, gotta switch up the route Can't let 'em follow the snipe to the house I wish I could stop thuggin' for real Leave the streets without me bein' killed For so long, I been goin' on drills Drinkin' that lean, pour it straight out the seal I don't care, it's wherever we see him Pussy boy better hide in the crib I don't care if he out with his kid 'Cause he ain't 'posed to be outside, period I wish I could stop blowin' my banger I wish I could catch hold of my anger With the gang and we high, live dangerous Screamin', "Let's get it" and twistin' our fingers Screamin', "Let's get it" and everybody with it They know who get it lit in the building They know we get it lit in the city Pussy boy cappin', get hit in his fitted Can't nobody say shit about Syk That my brother, he wrong or he right And 'bout Mac, I don't wanna hear nothin' Even though he so goddamn ugly Call Riko, I know that he comin' That my Dirty Jay, Dirty my cousin Play with me, Lil Ceejay gon' go diamond Lil' Robert wan' chill and just get to that money Poppin' Percs, I take three to the head I can't focus, I keep seein' red Have emotion I'm tryna suppress Get in motion, I'm tryna suppress, yeah That nigga switched out on everybody When I get him, I did that for the 'jects, yeah Zmac and Riko my stepbrothers All of us brothers and all us gon' step Get it done and we go have some fun 'Til somebody else say they want somethin' I'm a gangsta, got pardoned by Trump But I'm still out here bustin' my gun Even Poof say he seen a lil' bitch On my soul, I believe in Lil Crix And I hate I had fell out with Wiz You did what you did, so I did what I did I don't lie, but I steal and I kill I wish I could stop poppin' these pills Hit his head and it drop on the wheel Fresh out of juvie I got me a deal Told my son I won't let no one kill me 'Cause I promised to take him to Disney It's a must I keep clutchin' this semi Show in the O, but my room in Kissimmee I know everybody tell her I'm silly But I hope that she see the best in me Think she feelin' the kid like I'm Gillie Think she feelin' the kid, like I'm yeah I'ma snipe, anybody get touched If it's pressure, I'm stretchin' you out Last night we was vibin' so tough She fuckin' with me and I'm fuckin' with her I wish we could run off somewhere nice On an island, you wake up my wife Hopefully, I can stop livin' shiesty Like we back from the dead, let's go start a new life I wish I could stop thuggin' for real Leave the streets without me being killed For so long, I been goin' on drills Drinkin' that lean, pour it straight out the seal I wish I could stop blowin' my banger I wish I could catch hold of my anger With the gang and we high, live dangerous Screaming "Let's get it" and twistin' our fingers Screaming "Let's get it" and everybody with it They know who get it lit in the building They know we get it lit in the city Pussy boy cappin', get hit in his fitted
Writer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Lashawn Daniels, Willie Ray Jr Norwood, Fred Jerkins Iii, Bill Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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