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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
ArrDee
ArrDee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Daniel Moras
Daniel Moras
Songwriter
Variations
Variations
Songwriter
Alex Christian Jean Petit
Alex Christian Jean Petit
Songwriter
Kiowa Roukema
Kiowa Roukema
Songwriter
Riley Davies
Riley Davies
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Co-Producer
Cash Money AP
Cash Money AP
Producer
Daniel Moras
Daniel Moras
Producer
Variations
Variations
Producer
YoungKio
YoungKio
Producer
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer

गाने

Mm (CashMoneyAP) Yeah, ayy, ayy Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, brrt Gotta watch up I look both ways 'fore I cross the street, ayy Ayy Gotta watch these niggas I fuck with Your friend might be the enemy (be the enemy) Every day nigga lose they life 'cause a four-letter word that's called envy (envy) He fake, we cut the heads off snakes Ayy, Ali boombayah, ayy, spray, ayy Tell your homie come pick his face up Draco beat his face up just like makeup, yeah I ain't never took no pay cuts What a life cost? I'ma make him pay up, yeah God told me, "Shorten your days up" In the cut with a fully loaded banger Everywhere I go, twist my fingers Like I can't understand a thing, yeah Reach if you want to, you ain't gon' take shit Soon as you reach, I'ma frame your pic' Hatin'-ass hoe, bitch, get off my dick Said what I said and I said what I meant Overseas, I'm with Central Cee in a BNB with a hundred somethin' hoes I took the Wock' to Poland, I'm the UK with them bowls I got the key, the key, the key This not for the door, it got up her nose I gotta feed the, feed the streets Remember them days I was down below Fast on my feet, but I walked him down Can't get up, now he down for the count Bitch, we dodgin' RICOs, so let me watch my mouth Gotta watch these niggas I fuck with (fuck with) Your friend might be the enemy (be the enemy) Every day nigga lose they life 'cause a four-letter word that's called envy (that's called envy) He fake, we cut the heads off snakes (off snakes) Ayy, Ali boombayah, ayy, spray, ayy They can lead horses to the water Can't teach moles, that's how they was brought up Know what he's thinking before the thought comes (what?) Try schemin' like a Lambs of the Slaughter Success just gave me the sore one Kids from the same place, yeah, that's torture (fuck that) NLE's strapped up, can't get your jaw touched Spinning the T, MV while I bore one In the DM, they hate on the geezer (ah) But I see 'em and they want a feature (hah) I bucked Mace, he was tryin' to flee but (what?) Had their eye on my plate when the meat come That's a snake if I ever did seen one Only day ones that I want to see now And the money so mind corrupting Still got my eye out for anything suspect Gotta watch these niggas I fuck with (fuck with) Your friend might be the enemy (be the enemy) Every day nigga lose they life 'cause a four-letter word that's called envy (that's called envy) He fake, we cut the heads off snakes (off snakes) Ayy, Ali boombayah, ayy, spray, ayy Your friend might be the enemy 'Cause a four-letter word that's called envy We cut the heads off snakes Ayy, Ali boombayah, ayy, spray, ayy
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Alex Petit, Kiowa Roukema, Daniel Raab, Anton Kempel Groen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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