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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
William Ohlsson Varanda
William Ohlsson Varanda
Songwriter
Harry Potter
Harry Potter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WIZARDMCE
WIZARDMCE
Producer
Varohl
Varohl
Producer
Dj Nove
Dj Nove
Recording Engineer
Joe Grasso
Joe Grasso
Mixing Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Uh Shh Wait, slow it down (baow) Okay, okay, okay (don't give no fuck, Yo, Varohl) If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no fuck) Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust) And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate And them killers gon' jump out the roof If I give them the green, then them lil' niggas shoot, uh And I really got rich out the blue But I see red when I'm in the booth His advance, I spent that on the coupe Had to really take a stand with the troops Uh, so, bitch, if you see me, salute And we too turnt, nigga, we don't recruit I seen his lil' diss, that was cute My lil' sniper gon' blow like a flute And shout out to Pop Smoke But they don't really wanna fuck with Lil Woo Be direct, boy, you talking to who? I got shooters that don't even hoop If it's that, ain't no callin' a truce Why they mad? I'm just talkin' the truth, bitch Wait, slow it down (baow) Okay, okay, okay (don't give no fuck, Yo, Varohl) If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no fuck) Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust) And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate If you diss on the 'net, get your scalp hit You'd be better off watchin' your mouth, bitch Real killers don't care 'bout no clout shit They ain't drop, spin the block, reroute quick Hut one, hut two, we steppin' We be really tryna use these weapons Squeezin' on that two plus seven Hollows plus you, that's Heaven Man, I really done turned to a maniac In that storm, I was stuck where it's rainy at If they owe me respect, gotta pay me that So his mama gon' cry for her baby back And if all of them die, I'm okay with that 'Cause the G-A-N-G, we don't play with that Four-nickel, I packaged the Drac' with that Walk up and make sure that his brains splat Wait, slow it down (baow) Okay, okay, okay (don't give no fuck, Yo, Varohl) If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no fuck) Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust) And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate
Writer(s): Taurus Bartlett, Harry Ismail Alexander H B S Potter, William Ohlsson Varanda Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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