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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kay Flock
Kay Flock
Vocals
Dvtchie
Dvtchie
Programming
LeTurtle
LeTurtle
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Perez
Kevin Perez
Songwriter
Luis Angel Marte
Luis Angel Marte
Songwriter
Kevin Viera
Kevin Viera
Songwriter
Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley
Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley
Songwriter
Stephen Marley
Stephen Marley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dvtchie
Dvtchie
Producer
LeTurtle
LeTurtle
Producer
William Binderup
William Binderup
Mixing Engineer
Rodney Perez
Rodney Perez
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Out in the street, they call it murder) Big DOA, nigga Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like Grrt, grrah, grrah-grrah Grrah, grrah-grrah Hey, grrah-grrah (Grrt, baow-baow) Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (everybody shot) Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up Don't do Cîroc, only Ac' in my cup (grrt, baow-baow) Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that's tough, like He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (where you goin'?) (grrt-grrt-baow) I'm a GBG, baby, so, bitch, I'ma click 'til it's done (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (dummies) Outside, no security, bitch, it's just me and my gun (it's just me and my gun) (baow, baow!) I'm the king of New York, and I'm still outside makin' 'em run (don't run) (bitch, I do what I want) Just copped out on a Carti' (Carti') Oh, she jackin' my baba in a heartbeat I like my bitch gangster, I don't like 'em Barbie It get active like Ricky and Morty (like) (grrt-baow) Tap your head (Rah-Rah) Nigga Rah got clapped now he in the Marley (baow-baow!) Nigga dead And I'm tough by myself, no, I don't need an army (grrah) (Out in the street, they call it murder) Big DOA, nigga See the line, so I'm packin' the bitch Feel under pressure, I'm blastin' the shit V210 how I'm whackin' the whip He tried to up, but I'm faster with it It get nasty, now he coughin' out blood Told you that I get active with it (grrt, baow-baow) Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up Everythin' dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (everybody shot) Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up Don't do Cîroc, only Ac' in my cup (grrt, baow-baow) Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that's tough, like He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (where you goin'?) (grrt, baow) I'm a GBG, baby, so, bitch, I'ma click 'til it's done (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (dummies) Outside, no security, bitch, it's just me and my gun (it's just me and my gun) (baow, baow!) I'm the king of New York, and I'm still outside makin' 'em run (don't run) (bitch, I do what I want)
Writer(s): Stephen Marley, Kevin Perez, Damian Robert Nesta Marley, Kevin Viera, Ini Kamoze, Luis Angel Marte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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