Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
OMB Peezy
OMB Peezy
Vocals
Jackboy
Jackboy
Vocals
King Von
King Von
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LeParis Dade
LeParis Dade
Songwriter
Joseph Boyden
Joseph Boyden
Songwriter
Tevin Revell
Tevin Revell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Engineer
Drum Dummie
Drum Dummie
Producer
BLAPDRE
BLAPDRE
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Look I hope you niggas ain't forget, homie Look, look Ayy, look ki I hope you niggas ain't forget, homie (Forget) Young nigga, still'll kill a nigga big homie Word around town, I'm ridin' 'round with a stick on me (On me) And I'll do a walkthrough like Rich Homie (Hey) I just ran off on the plug like Plies (Like Plies) So I can't chase no ho, I'm tired (So tired) Stingy, I ain't playin' no games with nobody (Nobody) Ain't feelin' you, walk up the wrong way, you can die Ever since he can remember, he been sellin' dope (Sellin' dope) He piss dirty at probation, he been touching cocaine (Cocaine) I put my trust in my niggas, they ain't gon' tell 'em no (Tell 'em no) I put my trust in my dawgs, they ain't gon' tell 'em no names, ayy I can't chase no ho, I'm tired (I'm tired) Said I'd do anything for you, guess I lied (Guess I lied) I know I can't do nothin' without my iron (My iron) I fucked around and shot the wrong damn nigga tryna slide, ayy Fuck that, I'm who them niggas be tryna be, ayy Thug nigga, pistol on my lap when I'm out to eat, ayy Ain't no nigga harder than Peezy that I can see, ayy You don't want no smoke with lil' Peezy, he keep his heat, ayy I can't, I can't trust nobody, ayy (No) If you want to die, you can try me, ayy (Die) Don't ask me for shit, I don't got it These fuck niggas ain't slangin' no knowledge, Peezy I hope you niggas ain't forget, homie (Forget) Young nigga, still'll kill a nigga big homie (Uh-huh) Word around town, I'm ridin' 'round with a stick on me (Grrah, grrah) And I'll do a walkthrough like Rich Homie I just ran off on the plug like Plies (What? What?) So I can't chase no ho, I'm tired (I'm tired) Stingy, I ain't playin' no games with nobody (Who? Huh?) Ain't feelin' you, walk up the wrong way, you can die (Von) I hope my niggas just don't snitch on me (Shit) Shot the whole block up, I had a switch on me (Boom, boom) Word around town, I heard a nigga put a hit on me (Who? Huh?) Know I like bad hoes, so the nigga put a bitch on me (Uh, uh) Damn, now we ridin' in my whip (Ride, ride) All in her phone, this bitch smilin' and shit (This bitch smilin') Stopped at the light, this bitch reach for my hip Grab my gun, had a grip, bust her lip with my fist (Boom, boom) Grabbed her neck, she finna die now (She finna die now) No restaurant, looked up and I saw five guys (And I saw five guys) Can't go, they was aimin' high, I had to get low (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Bust a U and then I kicked her out by CITGO (Bitch, move) Gotta whip and slide near every week (Slide, slide) I'm a cowboy, my Glock sing like Ann Marie (Grrah, grrrah) Went to trial, boy, and Durk got a nigga flee (Uh-huh) And if you lose your memory, I bet you still remember me, on gang (Boom, boom) I hope you niggas ain't forget, homie (Forget) Young nigga, still'll kill a nigga big homie Word around town, I'm ridin' 'round with a stick on me (On me) And I'll do a walkthrough like Rich Homie (Hey) I just ran off on the plug like Plies (Like Plies) So I can't chase no ho, I'm tired (So tired) Stingy, I ain't playin' no games with nobody (Nobody) Ain't feelin' you, walk up the wrong way, you can die If that nigga run up wrong, he could die We got all these damn guns, why try? If that nigga go to plan, pressure gettin' applied If that nigga go to plan, momma go to cryin' I do no hidin', do no fightin', I be frontline slidin' In the club, diamonds bitin' like my jeweler Mike Tyson My 40 gotta pack a punch, that bitch be hittin' just like him You niggas ain't real thugs, y'all only thugs when y'all typin' I told my jeweler freeze me, turn me to a snowman like I'm Jeezy Want all the ice to myself, bitch, I'm greedy I ain't kissin' no ass so I can be up on the TV I'm in the cut countin' cash, give no fucks if you can see me My haze, it be Peezy's, so she try to treat me like a lil' homie But now I got more money than the big homie I promise I'll never stop goin' in, I am not Rich Homie I'm in the booth droppin' hits with a blick on me I hope you niggas ain't forget, homie (Forget) Young nigga, still'll kill a nigga big homie Word around town, I'm ridin' 'round with a stick on me (On me) And I'll do a walkthrough like Rich Homie (Hey) I just ran off on the plug like Plies (Like Plies) So I can't chase no ho, I'm tired (So tired) Stingy, I ain't playin' no games with nobody (Nobody) Ain't feelin' you, walk up the wrong way, you can die
Writer(s): Joseph Boyden, Tevin Revell, Leparis Kentae Sr. Dade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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