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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raq baby
Raq baby
Vocals
DB Donny
DB Donny
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Bedford
Brian Bedford
Lyrics
Donny Lee Alexander
Donny Lee Alexander
Composer
Dezeioun Crudup
Dezeioun Crudup
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe “Don” Donahue
Mixing Engineer
Dezeiioun
Dezeiioun
Producer

Lyrics

(How the fuck you say your name, twin?)
I don't know how the fuck you say it, ****
Young **** jumped off the porch, ready to shoot shit, know it get dangerous
Think I wanna ride with switch today, I really don't feel like aimin'
She like, "Raq, why I can't get dick today? You changed ever since you famous"
Know damn well he miss his brother, he tryna act like he painless
Come on the block, we shake 'em, see 12, jump out, we break 'em
Seen an opp at church, I swear it was really hard tryin' not to face him
Let an opp **** get out of pocket, the graveyard replace him
Have them shooters come and get you, the boogieman, they take you
My white bitch daddy hate me, always talkin' shit, he racist
Never met this bitch before, she drivin' far like, bitch, where you tryna take me?
We can fuck all day and night, but we can't have a baby
Shit, I'm too deep up in this water, it ain't no tryna save me
We ain't gotta wait 'til the next day, we'll come through the hood, flip shit now
Ain't you the same young **** that dropped your gun when you shootin'? Young ****, sit down
Wasn't in the gym, but we flippin' shit now, back door gang, yeah, we clippin' shit now
We'll come through your shit with a hundred-some shots, make a **** and his bitch get down
Young **** jumped off the porch, ready to shoot shit, know it get dangerous
Think I wanna ride with switch today, I really don't feel like aimin'
She like, "Raq, why I can't get dick today? You changed ever since you famous"
Know damn well he miss his brother, he tryna act like he painless
Come on the block, we shake 'em, see 12, jump out, we break 'em
Seen an opp at church, I swear it was really hard tryin' not to face him
Let an opp **** get out of pocket, the graveyard replace him
Have them shooters come and get you, the boogieman, they take you
He tried to run from the Micro Drac', these 7.62s chased him (They caught him)
My fault, lil' bro had came from behind, I don't know who had faced him (Dump Street)
Hate to see the wrong face broad day, you know we gotta face him (Kill him)
Purple and gold beam on the Glock, we shoot just like the Lakers (23)
Dropped a thousand shots all on his block, we fucked around, hit the neighbors
Pop up at a **** front door like we tryna fix the cable (Sike)
Call Dump Street if you want a **** gone
Not for no random-ass ****, for the bros, I'ma send him home
Young **** jumped off the porch, ready to shoot shit, know it get dangerous
Think I wanna ride with switch today, I really don't feel like aimin'
She like, "Raq, why I can't get dick today? You changed ever since you famous"
Know damn well he miss his brother, he tryna act like he painless
Come on the block, we shake 'em, see 12, jump out, we break 'em
Seen an opp at church, I swear it was really hard tryin' not to face him
Let an opp **** get out of pocket, the graveyard replace him
Have them shooters come and get you, the boogieman, they take you
Written by: Brian Bedford, Dezeioun Crudup, Donny Lee Alexander
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