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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Programming
Loshendrix
Loshendrix
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Carlos Daniel Munoz
Carlos Daniel Munoz
Songwriter
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Loshendrix
Loshendrix
Producer
Andrew Grossman
Andrew Grossman
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(CashMoneyAP) ooh, ooh, no, no NLE the Top Shotta Uh, posted (posted), in front of the trap (front the trap) Sellin' dope 'til the sun come down (come down) Take a fuck nigga right off the map (off the map) When I hit him with this whole hunnid rounds (a hunnid rounds) Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (with my Glock) You wanna play, and then this bitch goin' down (it's goin' down) We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (get to blazin') I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk down on 'em in Balenciaga runners My blood slime a nigga out just like an anaconda You go against me, then you fucked just like a used condom (you fucked, yeah) I roll 'em up, and then I smoke 'em like some good ganja, ayy (I smoke 'em up, yeah) Still doin' drive-bys, but I wanna walk 'em (I wanna) If I can't find 'em, you know I'm gonna stalk 'em (I gotta stalk 'em) Caution tape up on the scene, I had to white chalk 'em (grrt, grrt) Runnin' from my gun, but my bullets had to hawk 'em (grrt, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Uh, posted (posted), in front of the trap (front the trap) Sellin' dope 'til the sun come down (come down) Take a fuck nigga right off the map (off the map) When I hit him with this whole hunnid rounds (a hunnid rounds) Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (with my Glock) You wanna play, and then this bitch goin' down (it's goin' down) We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (get to blazin') I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Nigga, I was posted on the corner where the J's at Roll up in the four by four, pull up at the corner store And I got red in my drank when I pour up soda I remember prayin' that the feds never take the Motorola Choppa got the choppa, make 'em do a backflip Pay my dawg a dime to walk him down, he need the racks, bitch I been drinkin', I been takin' all this codeine to the face Got a lotta M's in the safe, caught a murder, then I beat the case I was just about to do the race Uh, posted (posted), in front of the trap (front the trap) Sellin' dope 'til the sun come down (come down) Take a fuck nigga right off the map (off the map) When I hit him with this whole hunnid rounds (a hunnid rounds) Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (with my Glock) You wanna play, and then this bitch goin' down (it's goin' down) We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (get to blazin') I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Rodrick Moore, Bryson Lashun Potts, Carlos Munoz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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