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INTERPRÉTATION
NLE Choppa
Chant
Duke Deuce
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bryson Potts
Paroles/Composition
Celestine Amajoyi
Paroles/Composition
Jordan Houston
Paroles/Composition
Patavious Lashun Isom
Paroles/Composition
Paul Beauregard
Paroles/Composition
Tim Moore
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
NLE Choppa
Co‑production
Mike Seaberg
Ingénierie de mixage
Tiernan Cranny
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Chilbu
Production
DJ Paul
Production
Twhyxclusive
Production
Aaron Mattes
Ingénierie de prise de son
DJ Riggins
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jacob Richards
Assistance d’ingénierie
Rachel Blum
Assistance d’ingénierie
Paroles
Break the law, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Break the law, nigga
(DJ Paul) (Chilbu how you did it, you heard?)
(Br-br-br-break the law, nigga)
(Break the law, nigga)
(Break the law, nigga)
(Break the law, nigga)
(Break the law, nigga)
(Break the law, nigga)
Ayy (break the law, nigga), ayy, ayy, ayy
I am quick to break the law, won't quit to break a nigga jaw
And you know I'm quick to break a hoe, walk a bitch like a dog
Know a bitch can't get shit from me, but hard dick 'til it's soft
And a nigga can't get shit from me, but a tomb and a coffin (bitch)
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em out
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em out
Threw the raw shit up in the club, so we had to put 'em down
Told him if he get up his next move gon' be beneath the ground
I can't do a show if my gun can't walk in that bitch first
Some niggas buy tickets just to come and put you on a shirt
Soon as a nigga start trippin' he gon leave out in a hearse
Seen him mugging while I'm performing he got shot during the verse
Niggas know we banging purple
Ayy, where my C's at? (Where my C's at?)
Got a few bloods in my circle
Ayy, how you bleedin'? (Ayy, how you bleedin'?)
My uncle he a big gangster, he said they let the G's in (let the G's in)
R.I.P. Von, if you disrespect you been on BDN
Exotic Glock it's matte black
We sticked up in this cadillac
Hit his block go ra-ta-tat
Double back now he in the pack
Ayy
I don't even smoke no more, but say lil' brother pass me that
I'm quick to break the law, won't quit to break a nigga jaw
And you know I'm quick to break a hoe, walk a bitch like a dog
Know a bitch can't get shit from me, but hard dick 'til it's soft
And a nigga can't get shit from me, but a tomb and a coffin (bitch)
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em out
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em out
Threw the raw shit up in the club, so we had to put him down
Told him if he get up his next move gon' be beneath the ground
S-O-S we stomp him out, on site we sent that boy to Christ (boy to Christ)
Biggest G, ain't gotta throw the set, they know I'm all for life (all for life)
If anything got done to me, just know we got 'em back alright (back alright)
Thuggin' it, thuggin' it out of control
Crackin' it, banging it, starting a fight (ayy-ayy)
Fuck you thought it's Deucifer, say "Fuck me" feeling's mutual (mutual)
I don't go to church, but if I do I'ma keep that tool la tool (tool la tool)
Bitches different races with a asian get my noodle sucked (ugh, ugh)
Ain't nothin' they can do with us
Oh, now they wanna be cool with us (fuck 'em)
Triple M, the big Mobb, fuck you thought? We big steppin'
Crunk music takeover, fuck you thought I been reppin'?
K-I-N-G bitches, me and I been standin'
Fuck you mean, I'm goin' on you? (What?) Sleepin'-ass, I been slammin' (what the fuck?)
I'm quick to break the law, won't quit to break a nigga jaw
And you know I'm quick to break a hoe, walk a bitch like a dog
Know a bitch can't get shit from me, but hard dick 'til it's soft
And a nigga can't get shit from me, but a tomb and a coffin
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em out
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em out
Threw the raw shit up in the club, so we had to put him down
Told him if he get up his next move gon' be beneath the ground (what the fuck?)
(Break the law)
(Break the law)
(Break the law)
Writer(s): Paul Beauregard, Tim Moore
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