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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boldy James
Boldy James
Vocals
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Composer
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Lyrics
Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe La Porta
Joe La Porta
Mastering Engineer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer

Lyrics

Ah Let's go (Ain't no fuckin' around) Benny, Uncle Al, and Boldy (You already know what it is) BSF, nigga Yo, uh Somebody next, who it's gon' be? Can't make no promises Slide in the whip with the sunroof So my dawg can hang out the top of it (Brrt) Hop out in designer shit, yeah, wintertime, Burberry goggle shit She barely cook for you Soon as she pull up on me, she beggin' to swallow it Still gettin' better Made so much cheddar forgot what regular problems is (Damn) Go back to the ghetto, my scars like a medal The shots they sendin' anonymous Glock will knock down a big hippopotamus Quarterback, givin' 'em audibles (Uh-huh) "This how you should do it, this how you oughta flow" Negative, your shit sound horrible Yeah, whole lotta carats, I can't see how your ho not embarrassed And I put a bitch in a white house way before Kamala Harris (Hahahaha) Land in Detroit, I hit up Boldy, I need some work, he got somethin' to show me Never go broke, y'all niggas know me, I give back the whips and I give back the Rollie, ah Thirty-six of that OD, get back gang, hundred clip in the Rovie Slid in that oldie, niggas is O-V, Big-ass stick, we'll hit it to goalie (Bah) Still sendin' them OT (Ayy), paid twenty, but spin 'em for four-three Me and Em in a low-key, big Glock .20 It hit like Manu Ginóbili (Doot, doot, doot, doot) We really them ones, touch it and buff it up, Benny and Gunn Put a one on a one and we divvy the funds Poppin' all that killin' shit, gon' have to show me, aye Nigga rob me for my kit, gon' have to blow me Rope and the Turkish, hope it was worth it Now can't nobody be comfy or cozy (At all) Your mommy can't go to no churches (Nope) Ain't no ring around the rosie Kirkland leanin' off the stolie (Brr), fuck with me it's adioski Game time, arrivederci (Yeah), keep a pocket full of posies Neighbors next door kinda cool, ones up the street kinda nosy Catch you lackin' in the drug zone, My bullies revokin' your G pass (Pass) Niggas had them skullies rolled up for too long, They must've forgot they was ski masks Get him touched like a keypad, send a hundred through his G-Wagon Slide through the kickback, Spin niggas' blocks, come back, and shoot up the repass What else? MI to NY, we unloadin' them semis (Try us) Niggas been tied in, got a plug on them Blue Jays (Them chirps) In the last few days, served fifty-two Js (Catchin' pies) Ran over three hundred plays, missed out on two rays (We hit the spot) Brickmile to Montana, shit ain't no fugaze (At all) Concreatures, Black Soprano Family, we the new wave (We the mafia) Brickmile to Montana, shit ain't no fugaze (What else?) Concreatures, Black Soprano Family, we the new wave (227)
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, James Jones Clay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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