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Fredo Bang - Yeah Yeah feat. Da Real Gee Money [In The Name Of Gee]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
Da Real Gee Money
Da Real Gee Money
Vocals
Quorey "QRed On The Track" Speights
Quorey "QRed On The Track" Speights
Programming
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Jackie Plant Jr.
Jackie Plant Jr.
Songwriter
Quorey Speights
Quorey Speights
Songwriter
Shelton Hills
Shelton Hills
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Quorey "QRed On The Track" Speights
Quorey "QRed On The Track" Speights
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat) (QRedOnTheTrack, and he runnin' this beat) Nigga yeah, yeah Big ol' pistol on my waist, I could go fed, yeah Put that pencil on a nigga, we bust lead, yeah In the rental tryna leave a nigga dead, dead Nigga yeah, nigga yeah Nigga yeah, yeah Big ol' pistol on my waist, I could go fed, yeah Put that pencil on a nigga, we bust lead, yeah In the rental tryna leave a nigga dead, dead Nigga yeah, nigga yeah Nigga yeah, yeah Brand new .40 Glock just copped up out the shop Hollows hit his skin, he need some water cause them bitches hot Niggas talkin' gangsta when you see me make your pistol pop Rest in peace to you, that draco make a pussy nigga pop and lock (Pock and lock, pop and lock) Bin Laden pistols, they go stupid everytime we spot an opp (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I got thirty in this .30, he died on the second shot (Baow, baow) They wan' burn me, I'm not nervous 'cause I keep this pistol cocked He was talkin' like he hard now on a shirt his picture cropped (Bitch) .40 knockin' off your tattoos (Yeah, yeah), I go nuts like cashews (Yeah, yeah) Catch 'em in the whip I'm tryna do 'em like the last dude (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Every hood up in my city ain't no section I ain't ran through I spend a quarter at the light knock off a limb, nigga bad news Nigga yeah, yeah (Yeah) Big ol' pistol on my waist, I could go fed, yeah Put that pencil on a nigga, we bust lead, yeah In the rental tryna leave a nigga dead, dead Nigga yeah, nigga yeah Nigga yeah, yeah (Yeah) Big ol' pistol on my waist, I could go fed, yeah Put that pencil on a nigga, we bust lead, yeah In the rental tryna leave a nigga dead, dead Nigga yeah, nigga yeah Nigga yeah, yeah Nigga yeah yeah Look Run up on me wrong, I'ma flip a nigga, zip a nigga (Grrrah) Watch how quick I flash and let the choppa hit 'em Don't fuck with my bros, I stick to the code Shout out to my niggas gone, and the ones on the road Lean got me movin', slow still I gotta pay attention I know niggas wanna kill me, I can't let a nigga get me My life is a movie, Percocets got me groovy I'm a young fly nigga bossed up, shout out Lucci Heard a nigga hatin', really dog, I can't hear you Took off on them feds, left them niggas in my rear view Big ol' Ruger, that bitch bussin' leave a nigga dead Closed casket, I don't want your chest I'm aimin' for your head Nigga, yeah Nigga yeah, yeah (Yeah) Big ol' pistol on my waist, I could go fed, yeah Put that pencil on a nigga, we bust lead, yeah In the rental tryna leave a nigga dead, dead Nigga yeah, nigga yeah Nigga yeah, yeah (Yeah) Big ol' pistol on my waist, I could go fed, yeah Put that pencil on a nigga, we bust lead, yeah In the rental tryna leave a nigga dead, dead Nigga yeah, nigga yeah Nigga yeah, yeah Nigga yeah yeah
Writer(s): Fredrick Ii Givens, Jackie Plant, Quorey Speights, Shelton Hills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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