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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yungeen Ace
Yungeen Ace
Vocals
Spinabenz
Spinabenz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Duff
Dave Duff
Songwriter
Keyanta Bullard
Keyanta Bullard
Songwriter
Noah Williams
Noah Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Duffbeats
Duffbeats
Producer
Cory Washington
Cory Washington
Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Oh, yeah They know how I'm rockin' They know how I drop shit, nigga Real nigga shit, uh Niggas know I slang iron When I pop out, niggas dying, believe that Feeling a little toxic I ain't pop no pill today (I ain't pop no pill today) Remember I was starving I ain't did shit, but I made a mil' today (I made a mil' today) Said he got the drop, I told him, "Chill, let him live today" (facts) Bag on his head, they don't give a fuck, they killed him anyway (boom, baow) I was calling shots just like a narrator (come here) Don't underestimate me, stood over him, sent him to the cemetery Love in memory, they put it all up in the obituary (in the obituary) Big fish, he was 'posed to been dead, why he ain't dead already (why?) I don't like speaking on opps because I'm already ahead already I don't misconstrue, when it's beef, my killers know they coming through (come here) Big or small, step on something, I'll never ever pick and choose They still don't know who did it, they wave his face across the news Sent them shots straight to his face, so this case they cannot prove (ohh) They gon' make me spray broad day (broad day) Hundred round drum out the Drac' They gon' have to call vice out Swang that motherfucker all day They know I'ma shoot this bitch the fuck up, I don't play Pull up, drop the window, swang this bitch, we shooting all K's They know me I'm on some gangster shit, I'll do this broad day Ayy, I let my dawg have my PlayStation, I don't motherfucking play I'ma pull up to they shit and dump some rounds out this Drac' When I catch that nigga, I'ma blow his shit, I'ma shoot him right in the face 38 shell catch him for sure, it's finna be another closed case They steady asking 'bout my name, you better know it hold weight They steady asking what's in my wood, you better know I smoke Ape I spin once, they know I get active Fuck the law and the detective Phone on 'droid, ain't no tracker Fuck the opps, you know they acting (fuck 'em) Deep in the streets, you know I dive in Pass me the Glock, you know I'm surviving Choppers clap, they know I'm not him On the block, they know I'll knock them I don't know what these nigga thought I don't know why the fuck these niggas tried me I was 14 years old when I had stood over that body I was 18 when the police found out I was collecting bodies Man, fuck that shit I'm out my body I'm on this drink, they think I'm wilding Fucked this freaky bitch, I ain't ready for no baby, she think I'm childish Bitch, I had nutted all in that pussy, I told that ho I wore a condom I speak the truth on what I talk, they think it's nonsense (they think it's nonsense) Just 'cause I play dumb and get retarded, think I don't got sense Lord forgive me, you seen me drop shit They thought I had a cap gun 'cause I pop shit And they would've thought I was in a band 'cause how I rock shit Spina got the keys to the game, he a locksmith Leave him in the streets, bust his brain, he on that opp shit Opps be trying to squash beef on the low, but this is not it (this is not it) No sympathy for your mama, pussy nigga, you know I drill shit (boom) Kill shit, 15 years old, I was going on real hits (15) 19 years old I caught a real blicks, blicky blicky My nigga told on me, shit got sticky icky Name a nigga out here in my city who really fucking with me Ever since they killed my day one nigga, that shit there fucked with me My ex bitch, she fucked my brother, since then, that shit done stuck with me Fuck with me Nigga, I be active in these streets, they know what's up with me We done did so much shit over east, my nigga stuck with me Fully automatic, I'll shoot it if you fuck with me If whoppa got the chopper he'll shoot you for a buck 50 If whoppa got the chopper he'll shoot yo' ass for nothing really Yeah, fuck with me, gang Go, go
Writer(s): Keyanta Bullard, Noah Williams, Dave Duff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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