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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
30 Roc
Programming
Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lontrell Williams
Lontrell Williams
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Samuel Gloade
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
30 Roc
Producer
Salvador Majail
Salvador Majail
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

1209 Squeeze (Hah) 30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga Nah, nah, nah, nah I had to laugh, it kept me from cryin' Said it was all good, but I was lyin' Stood on my ten and I did my time I done seen all these niggas switch sides I know what's up with these guys, they hate in disguise Dick riding's at an all-time high Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly Like I'm up, like I'm stuck in the sky I came up robbin', starvin', Sun Valley apartments Copped the Martel with some pennies Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless Bipolar from all of the killings Dope I was whipping, mom tried to whip me She gave me a 50 for Christmas, I flipped it Still can't forget it Wearin' my brother's clothes, I couldn't fit it We still got evicted Coat was so raggedy, it was embarrassing It was impairing, I'm blaming my parents Rode on Mac leans before the McLaren The hammer starin' all down, Mane a terrorist Did it myself, ain't no blemish on my rep You can come see for yourself Watch where you step Mumblin' under your breath I hold a grudge to the death Cut by myself, I don't need nobody help I blaze you up like I'm chef Shoot to the M, I shoot a hundred like whip You keep a 30 like Steph, you better duck Mask on my face like I'm Rip Cash cover me like a quilt I come equipped, blue tips inside of my clip You'll think my gun was a Crip Drive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle Killers pulling up in all kinds 14, 15, 12 years old Y'all niggas slangin' nah ne nah Young nigga stacking it proud Trapping it loud, he threw a stack in the crowd I say they jackin' my style Crackin' a smile but I ain't sold crack in a while I got a biblical past, digital dash Scale with a digital dial Really put dope in a vial Here working the towel, I put that shit on the Bible Servin' my cuz outta town, they said I was devilish 'Cause I wouldn't go to revival Gucci Mane talk of the town Now when I touch down, I'm selling a brick on arrival I had to laugh, it kept me from crying Said it was all good, but I was lying Stood on my ten and I did my time I done seen all these niggas switch sides I know what's up with these guys, they hate in disguise Dick riding's at an all-time high Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly Like I'm up, like I'm stuck in the sky I came up robbin', starvin', Sun Valley apartments Copped that Martel with some pennies Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless Bipolar from all of the killers Dope I was whipping, mom tried to whip me She gave me a 50 for Christmas, I flipped it Still can't forget it Wearin' my brother's clothes, I couldn't fit it We still got evicted Remember them days I was stuck in the crib I had somewhere to sleep, but I didn't have a bed Jumped out the Porsche, I wasn't going for shit Had to tackle the block just to give me some bread I was the man of the house, had to figure shit out here Time pause went to the feds Had the dude found no clip, I was bustin' that bitch I was constantly put one in the head Now we got choppas with lasers and beams We 375, 1017 Wop came and got me, this shit ain't no dream Big Shiesty and Gucci like Shaq and Kareem I got up and took it, couldn't wait on a blessing Shakin' them dice, tryna roll me a seven They threw the police on me at 11 I been 'causing hell, quick to send you to heaven Couldn't wait 'til Wop punch you out 'cause I'm ready (Go) Might rob a rapper right after a session (Let's go) Give me them keys and that watch and that necklace (Brrt) I need them Cuban links and them baguettes (Give me all them baguettes) Ain't no more postin' on IG and flexin' (Nope) I'm the one rappin' but steady be steppin' I'm comin' late in your dream like I'm Freddy (Like Freddy) How you gon' run from a automatic weapon? I had to laugh, it kept me from crying Said it was all good, but I was lying Stood on my ten and I did my time I done seen all these niggas switch sides I know what's up with these guys, they hate in disguise Dick riding's at an all-time high Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly Like I'm up, like I'm stuck in the sky I came up robbin', starvin', Sun Valley apartments Copped that Martel with some pennies Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless Bipolar from all of the killers Dope I was whipping, mom tried to whip me She gave me a 50 for Christmas, I flipped it Still can't forget it Wearin' my brother's clothes I couldn't fit it We still got evicted (It's Gucci) True stories Facts It's kingpin Richer than all my enemies Fuck 'em 2020 Everybody cross me dead or broke
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Samuel Gloade, Lontrell Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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