クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Speedy
Performer
Rell Vert
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl Wallace
Songwriter
Selton Ellis
Songwriter
歌詞
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
9Block Maryland shit, ****
Free Jaymo
Free Dayday
Free Tayski (Thank you, Timmy boy)
Free them boys, we them boys
We chased dude down, I blew my button (Brrt)
Fuck my opps, they not on nothin'
50 died, they ain't did nothing (Not at all)
Lil Tae crashed and now that's something
Micro Drac', that bitch stay jumpin'
Hawked 'em down, I tapped that muffin
Shots to his back came out his stomach, pussy **** why you runnin'?
Micro Drac' cause the ruckus
Swung my door, bitch I'm out gunning
Shot 10 times then he vomit, he fell right on his face
I went up three, they know I ain't play
I was outside dumpin' the Micro Drac'
Next opp I catch, his ass gettin' chased
So if you wanna survive, **** pick up the pace
I feel like Jefe with a brand-new Drac', can't go out like no bitch, hell nah not today
7.62 rippin' his face, 'cause I'm Grim Reaping shit like Jeff with the Drac' (Long live Jeff)
Get the fuck out the way 'cause I'm dogging the straight
And I'm up three souls they hate my face
****, fuck 8Tre, still smoke on Klay (Alright)
Dude got hit 12 times in the brain (Damn, alright, alright, Lil' Vert)
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn (Lil cousin)
One opp died, he crashed
They mad at us 'cause his ass didn't have the wheel
Shorty keep on dissin', when they gon' catch him, put his ass next to Leal
If we catch you lackin', pop you like Percs, how that hot shit feel?
My opps broke, don't got no deal
Million-dollar **** but I'm still in the field
Don't play with lil' boys, we done spanked 'em for real
Ain't beefin' with kids, you get shot, you'll probably tell
Don't play with the gang, last two got nailed
Still smoke on Leal like he Shondale
We chased dude down, I blew my button (Brrt)
Fuck my opps, they not on nothin'
50 died, they ain't did nothing (Not at all)
Lil Tae crashed and now that's something
Micro Drac', that bitch stay jumpin'
Hawked 'em down, I tapped that muffin
Shots to his back came out his stomach, pussy **** why you runnin'?
Micro Drac' cause the ruckus
Swung my door, bitch I'm out gunning
Shot 10 times then he vomit, he fell right on his face
I went up three, they know I ain't play
I was outside dumpin' the Micro Drac'
Next opp I catch, his ass gettin' chased
So if you wanna survive, **** pick up the pace
Written by: Earl Wallace, Selton Ellis

