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PERFORMING ARTISTS
ZillaKami
Vocals
SosMula
Vocals
Jay-P Gallo
Programming
yung germ
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay-P Gallo
Songwriter
Vinicius Sosa
Songwriter
Junius Rogers
Songwriter
Jeremy Schafer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
yung germ
Producer
Jay-P Gallo
Mixing Engineer
Stonegroov
Spatial Mixing Engineer
Letra
Yung Germ
Waitin' for that boy preparing drop kicks
Like the matches, burning 'em's an option
Niggas put they head down when I pop in
Can't see where I was, like a ni*ger in the mud
Equivalent to twenty lashes, modern day
Five punches to the face is on your dinner plate
Go into the backyard nigga, dig your grave
Soften up the dirt, prepare to get murked
Pain, pain, pussy gang bang
Insane rage, need a pay raise
Sell crack, xans, fentanyl
Take your drugs kiddo, they will make you grow up tall
Cigarettes startin' to make a motherfucker cough
Not even my bitch can get a motherfucker off
Pull up to the party, niggas actin' like I'm soft
I'ma stab that nigga 'til they fuckin' pull me off
Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him while he rots
Winter preserves him in the cold
Covered up in fuckin' black mold
Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him while he rots
Winter preserves him in the cold
Covered up in fuckin' black mold
What you know 'bout catchin' bodies in that turf war? (Doo-doo-doo-)
What you know 'bout catchin' bodies in that real war? (Bop-bop-bop)
Ah, we throwin' bodies off the third floor (Nyoom)
Ah, I hit your body with the Mossberg (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Ah, moshpit on the block
Moshpit on our opps (Ewok, ewok)
Moshpit on the cops (Ewok, ewok)
Ah, cartridge with the stocks
Heartless with the opps
Park bench, he was shot (Bop-bop-bop-bop)
Ah, I can't die before my time go (No-no)
Rocket launchers like I'm Rondonumbanine though (Boom, boom)
Big Glock .9 in my Number Nine clothes (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
We skip stop signs, driving with my eyes closed (Nyoom-nyoom-nyoom)
Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him while he rots
Winter preserves him in the cold
Covered up in fuckin' black mold
Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him while he rots
Winter preserves him in the cold
Covered up in fuckin' black mold
Writer(s): Jay-p Gallo, Jeremy Schafer, Vinicius Sosa, Zillakami
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