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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eli Fross
Eli Fross
Vocals
Sheff G
Sheff G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Quamina
Elijah Quamina
Songwriter
Johnathan Scott
Johnathan Scott
Songwriter
Aiden Williams
Aiden Williams
Songwriter
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter
Jeremy Soto
Jeremy Soto
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer
808iden
808iden
Co-Producer
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Mixing Engineer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Don't trust em, don't trust 'em no more Fross (Great John on the, beat by the way) I hope you understand me (I hope you understand me) I been livin' with this pain for way too long They tell me, "Trust your family" (They tell me, "Trust your family") I done called that man my brother and he did me wrong So fuck that shit (Ayy), I just roll a blunt (Get high) Played before, I really go get drunk, I love that shit Trap 'til there ain't no sun We was outside, we was out playin manhunt 'Cause I'm hated by many men (Many men) And I do, I got many friends I just think of my brothers, no comin' in (Comin' in) Niggas be prolly textin' I just hope he ain't smoke me and cut my wings (Cut my wings) But please don't get outta hand You'll be the new version of runna man, yeah, yeah Hope you understand, yeah, yeah Look Better get down, they see us, they know that we comin' up They wanna know how I run it up Copy the style, but no, you not one of us Really go dumb, you not smart enough Callin' my line, they all in my face, huh They wanna know how it tastes Stay in your line, boy, stay in your place, huh 'Cause we let it pop, I bet this .40 go brrah (Grrah) Do damage, make it a cinema, no tellin' Huh, look, know you can stand me, 'member just sittin' up Then we get a bag, get a bag, get a bag, gotta get it all, huh Get a bag, get a bag, get a bag, gotta be secured, nigga Look, don't got feelings, it went numb, huh Choppa beatin' like a drum, huh Stand up with me or you fall I just make a call, I just make a call Don't got feelings, it went numb, huh Choppa beatin' like a drum, huh Stand up with me or you fall I hope you understand me (I hope you understand me) I been livin' with this pain for way too long They tell me, "Trust your family" (They tell me, "Trust your family") I done called that man my brother and he did me wrong So fuck that shit (Ayy), I just roll a blunt (Get high) Played before, I really go get drunk, I love that shit Trap 'til there ain't no sun We was outside, we was out playin manhunt 'Cause I'm hated by many men (Many men) And I do, I got many friends I just think of my brothers, no comin' in (Comin' in) Niggas be prolly textin' I just hope he ain't smoke me and cut my wings (Cut my wings) But please don't get outta hand You'll be the new version of runna man, yeah, yeah Hope you understand, yeah, yeah Hope you understand (Understand) Hope you understand, I'm a big dawg, ain't no other man We'll see the Sun again, gotta fuck around, got a gun in hand You better think again, I'm a different breed, do you understand? Yeah, yeah Better understand, yeah, yeah Baby, bring your friends (Bring your friends) We don't give a fuck, if they got a man, probably is a fan Come and grab a cup, let's turn it up, like to see you dance Then I whisper to 'em, "I could give you somethin' that you never had" Bend over, I slap her ass Baby, shake it, shake-shake, shake it (Yeah) Lemme see if you could take it (Lemme see if you could take it) I ain't playin' (Yeah) I been goin' Super Saiyan (I been goin' Super Saiyan) Wet wolves, spray it (Yeah) Told her, "Stop the complainin'" Told her, "Stop the complainin' "Told her, "Stop the complainin'" (Boom) Falayho Falayho, Falayho, Falayho, Falayho Fross, but you know the drill Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang Shooter gang, gang, gang, gang
Writer(s): Aiden Williams, Johnathan Scott, Jeremy Soto, Elijah Marcel Quamina, Karel Jorge, Michael Kyle Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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