Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cobo75
Cobo75
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JaCobie Allen
JaCobie Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dré Banks
Dré Banks
Producer

Lyrics

(Damn, AJ, you mixed this? Run that shit back)
Brr, brr (**** ain't fuckin' with Dre, man)
Ridin' with an ARP off an ALG, who wanna collide? (Who wanna collide?)
Four deep, six jocks, just me and mine, everybody squeeze if you pull on the side (Bah)
Make it hot on they side, then we back to the 5, DOA, nobody survived (Damn)
Clap his ears together, he long gone, bah, for dissin' the guys (Bah, bah, bah)
Brr, bah, switch, Drac', you hear that sound, it's goin' down
Patch him up, "Shit, ah," that's all you heard when he hit the ground (Damn)
Envy me when I'm not around, but in my face, it's all smiles
I ain't tryna kick it, move around, one wrong decision, blow him down (Buh, buh, buh)
She say she tired of my ways, I said, "Okay, I'm movin' on" (I'm gone)
I'ma put that shit all in they face and make sure I put my shooters on (For real)
Lil' brother'll cut your life in half, the consequences of movin' wrong (Brr)
They want us to shoot, this shit gettin' easy like they playin' a two-three zone (Bah, bah, bah)
Shit get different when I'm in that zone
Shit hit different, my **** gone
Poke you for your kit and glick
Back then, we was takin' phones (We need it)
Ain't had no pipe, bet we break a bone
Wrecked his life just to make it home
**** I starve with know they up when I'm on
Before this rap shit, they was on what I was on (For real)
And all that rat shit, no, we don't condone
You out here slidin', better leave that phone
Gotta keep them masks and gloves on
Four shooters disguised, the killers unknown (Damn, damn)
Hop out the V, bet you know the rest
Chasin' opps, we do that the best
Missed that top, hit him all in his neck
Stand over his body, shoot up the rest (Bah)
If you movin' foul, that's when we blow like a TEC (Brr), earned more stripes than a ref
My people dead, all I see is blood (Damn), it wasn't no tears left
Finna take off, just give me a minute, I ain't even changed the gears yet (Wop)
One of them rappers that go from chillin' to spinnin' they block and makin' a mess (Bah)
Ridin' with an ARP off an ALG, who wanna collide? (Who wanna collide?)
Four deep, six jocks, just me and mine, everybody squeeze if you pull on the side (Bah)
Make it hot on they side, then we back to the 5, DOA, nobody survived (Damn)
Clap his ears together, he long gone, bah, for dissin' the guys (Bah, bah, bah)
Brr, bah, switch, Drac', you hear that sound, it's goin' down
Patch him up, "Shit, ah," that's all you heard when he hit the ground (Damn)
Envy me when I'm not around, but in my face, it's all smiles
I ain't tryna kick it, move around, one wrong decision, blow him down (Buh, buh, buh)
Written by: JaCobie Allen
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