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PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
Rowdy Rebel
Rowdy Rebel
Vocals
Luca Vialli
Luca Vialli
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Chad Marshall
Chad Marshall
Songwriter
Luca Vialli
Luca Vialli
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luca Vialli
Luca Vialli
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

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Uh (pew) Swerve (grrt) Big Swerve make the murder rate go up, me and dem, ayy (Lay in the back with a mask), get ready, ayy (Lay in the bushes, the grass) rrah (Wait 'til he walk up and spaz) rrah (Lil' bro gon' hawk 'em, he fast, nah) Remember what happened to the last one Hopped out and smashed 'em, lil' brodie blast 'em Oppers see me on the plasma I know they mad, we used to harass 'em Took a rap check, bought high seats Only for action, don't care if we crash 'em Gotta learn how to war, shit not sweet Met lil' cuz 'cross town for a swap meet Never seen a nigga get hit, just watch me Nights I couldn't sleep, takin' Perky and Roxy We only sparin' him, we see a car seat He in the area and said he gon' pop me Chiraq, boy, we invented drills Way before rap, been on plenty drills You don't wanna feel how them bitches feel Mad Max, playin' Call of Duty, had 50 kills Bitch niggas, tighten up your clicks when you in the field We're tellin' you too that they props 'cause their bitches, real Where I come from, praise niggas with wicked steals For a nickel lay his ass down like a Benadryl You could never war with the gang 'cause you sensitive Stand on smoke 'til it's none, take initiative Overnight, we was tryna lamp where they bitches live If we get caught, everybody gettin' 50 years Ain't no more feelings, already shed plenty tears Did my first hit out the whip, hurt a nigga ears Free my nigga Gil, big dawg got 20 years That's the reason lil' folks in these bitch's ears (Lay in the back with a mask), get ready (Lay in the bushes, the grass) rrah (Wait 'til he walk up and spaz) rrah (Lil' bro gon' hawk 'em, he fast) Remember what happened to the last one Hopped out and smashed 'em, lil' brodie blast 'em Oppers see me on the plasma I know they mad, we used to harass 'em (huh?) We ain't gon' talk, we gon' blast 'em (we gon' what?) I catch 'em and up it in traffic Got a cool on that Glock 'cause it's plastic Gotta watch for the cops, it get drastic I been in that field when shit got real I seen my nigga get blasted (I seen my nigga get hit) I coulda hit my bro in the head I was shootin' and aimin' it backwards (fuck) I went to bat with the batters (with the batters) I went to trap with the trappers (with the trappers) I been that nigga since I was a shorty And none of them niggas was factors (they all whoopties) I known no niggas since they was a shorty And all of them niggas is actors (they all whoopties) I did this shit with no practice (ooh) Rich and famous, but I'm active (woo, ooh) Lay in the back with a mask Lay in the bushes, the grass Wait 'til he walk up and spaz Lil' bro gon' hawk 'em, he fast Remember what happened to the last one Hopped out and smashed 'em, lil' brodie blast 'em Oppers see me on the plasma I know they mad, we used to harass 'em Took a rap check, bought high seats Only for action, we don't care if we crash 'em Gotta learn how to war, shit not sweet Met lil' cuz 'cross town for a swap meet Never seen a nigga get hit? Just watch me Nights I couldn't sleep, takin' Perky and Roxy We only sparin' him, we see a car seat He in the area and said he gon' pop me Chiraq, boy, we invented drills Way before rap, been on plenty drills You don't wanna feel how them bitches feel Mad Max, playin' Call of Duty, had 50 kills
Writer(s): Chad Marshall, Herbert Wright, Luca Vialli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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