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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fat Trel
Fat Trel
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martrel Reeves
Martrel Reeves
Songwriter
Michael O'Brian
Michael O'Brian
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BIG SLOPES WITH THE ALLEY HOOP
BIG SLOPES WITH THE ALLEY HOOP
Engineer
12Hunna
12Hunna
Producer
Atomix
Atomix
Producer
JAKEOVA
JAKEOVA
Engineer
Kevin “No Credit” Spencer
Mixing Engineer

Letras

Hold up n*ggas dick eating ion feel n*ggas Like a full time job not to kill n*ggas Judge gave me time how I deal with it Still feel God blessing all the real n*ggas And n*ggas know my name ion know n*ggas I orchestrated demonstration just to show n*ggas You ain't shot shit so you a hoe n*gga Pulling six out the socks Blow, n*ggas Last kiss from your mama n*ggas While you in that casket a young dead bastard Just listen to the pastor, he say its tragic Taking pictures with them choppers But you never had Let a nigga kill Gleesh He couldn't fathom Steady sippin Hennessy cause I got killer manners Promise you don't want to see me with a bandana Say fuck this rapping come and put you pussies on a platter I stay to watch the body drop, blood splatter Then go Home and fuck my wife and fucking laugh With the feds in my business You ain't low, n*gga You put it on the Internet I'm on parole, n*gga And my appearance, the feds at my show, n*gga We post to keep it in the streets you ain't slow, n*gga So I laugh as I pluck another jack ash everyday I'm all black, black mask Hold up n*ggas dick eating ion feel n*ggas Like a full time job not to kill n*ggas Judge gave me time how I deal with it Still feel God blessing All the real n*ggas And n*ggas know my name ion know n*ggas I orchestrated demonstration just to show n*ggas You ain't shot shit So you a hoe n*gga Pulling six out the socks Bang, Blow, n*ggas You wasn't with me in that cell It was me and Foams Catching bombs, making plays on the iPhone And I seen your baby mother I know you need a loan Yes, I suggest you bitches leave me alone Tell Rakkah order bags got to make it last Send his cash up, I put a killer on his ass I'm in a hallway with Dog I ain't got a pass It's me Turkey, Steph and Zo we looking for a blast Cold blue call medical I bust a fan White Runtz eating edibles I love to laugh Light lunch that's a bowl while I'm smoking gas I need all the brown paper from them brown bags And I need to prosecutor a bitch to stand down I can't leave my kids again bitch, I'm a man now But niggas try you so you don't understand now Catch him walking down the street and lay that blam down Hold up n*ggas dick eating ion feel n*ggas Like a full time job not to kill n*ggas Judge gave me time how I deal with it Still feel God blessing all the real n*ggas And n*ggas know my name ion know n*ggas I orchestrated demonstration just to show n*ggas You ain't shot shit so you a hoe n*gga Pulling six out the socks blow, n*ggas
Writer(s): Martrel Reeves, Michael O'brian Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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