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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peach Tree Rascals
Peach Tree Rascals
Vocals
AG Club
AG Club
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominic Pizano
Dominic Pizano
Composer
Gabe Reali
Gabe Reali
Composer
Issac Pech
Issac Pech
Composer
Jahan Jayubo-Williams
Jahan Jayubo-Williams
Composer
Jasper Barros
Jasper Barros
Composer
Jody Fontaine
Jody Fontaine
Composer
Joseph Barros
Joseph Barros
Composer
Ryan Raines
Ryan Raines
Composer
Tarrek Abdel-Khaliq
Tarrek Abdel-Khaliq
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dominic Pizano
Dominic Pizano
Producer
Sacco
Sacco
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Raines
Ryan Raines
Producer

Songteksten

Motherfuckers wanna tell me what I'm supposed to do I'm just tryna make a play with the boys, it's true Motherfuckers in the way, we don't notice you Gotta get up out my face when we rolling through Motherfuckers wanna tell me what I'm supposed to do I'm just tryna make a play with the boys, it's true Motherfuckers in the way, we don't notice you Gotta get up out my face when we rolling through Look, fuck that shit, I'm on one If you chose me, then you chose the wrong one If you never had a gun, you should own one That kickback on my shoulders from shotguns Ayy, I can probably make a motherfucker flip Back home, they was always on some sucker shit Like, "Tell me where you at, dog" Excuse me, if I wanted to invite you I woulda did I be quiet in the function like, "What's up with him?" I just pull up to the label and they buzz me in I ain't ever gave a fuck what I coulda been Shit, the person that I am worth a couple M's Motherfuckers wanna tell me what I'm supposed to do I'm just tryna make a play with the boys, it's true Motherfuckers in the way, we don't notice you Gotta get up out my face when we rolling through Motherfuckers wanna tell me what I'm supposed to do I'm just tryna make a play with the boys, it's true Motherfuckers in the way, we don't notice you Gotta get up out my face when we rolling through Okay, walk in up the label with my dick in my hand And everybody pulling strings but I just shit on they plans I think niggas tryna turn me to a pop star I thought I told these motherfuckers I'm a rock star, what it do? Niggas want me to shuck and jive, I can't stand it They be mad 'cause I keep it real, no tap dancing (skrrt) Hi, my name is Jody Fontaine and I can't be branded I'ma do this shit how I feel, that's how I planned it (bitch) Issac said he's killing all these niggas, not me though Fuck sending shots, bitch, I sent the torpedo Fuck the prison system, tell 'em niggas free Greedo Contracts can't enslave us bitch, we free people Motherfuckers wanna tell me what I'm supposed to do I'm just tryna make a play with the boys, it's true Motherfuckers in the way, we don't notice you Gotta get up out my face when we rolling through Motherfuckers wanna tell me what I'm supposed to do I'm just tryna make a play with the boys, it's true Motherfuckers in the way, we don't notice you Gotta get up out my face when we rolling through Ninety-nine bottles of the Henn on the wall We should drink 'em all down until one of us fall We should drink 'em all down until one of us fight I'ma press the issue on you til' the end of the night, huh Wish well, all these niggas telling big tales Bright and shiny armor, they might have to call me fish scale Blackberry, they might call me Zinfandel Don't smoke, but the haze is all a nigga inhale Crystal popping, I can't ride with you Now crystal talking to me, got a problem with you I just pray that I won't have to take a life or two Could care less if I see eye-to-eye with you Peach Tree, AG They at this party with me Trust and believe It's something you've never seen, yuh
Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Gabe Reali, Ryan Raymond Raines Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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