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PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Von
King Von
Vocals
Boss Top
Boss Top
Vocals
John Lam
John Lam
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Lam
John Lam
Composer
Dayvon Bennett
Dayvon Bennett
Songwriter
Tyree Davis
Tyree Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Lam
John Lam
Producer
Daniel Vargas
Daniel Vargas
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Robert Mendioro
Robert Mendioro
Assistant Mixing Engineer
jayme stoesser
jayme stoesser
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(C. E. O, turn that bitch up) (Ayy, pull up, Lam) Von We gon' go and get him (we gon' go and get him) And if he ain't alone, we k- everybody with him (everybody with him) On my mama, I'm official (I'm official) And you ain't gon' shoot s- so what you doin' with that p-? (What you doin' with that p-?) Magazines for that issue (magazines) Be at your funeral on time and give your mama a- a tissue (mama a- a tissue) We get to blowin' like a whistle (get to blowin') Clean out his pile like a pillow, hit him, then they sizzle (grrah) On my n- I'm that n- (yeah), and I tote a nickel (and I tote a nickel) I got money, ain't got feelings (yeah), keep them b- out your business (out your business) Flee the scene, k- the witness (boom), don't let 'em get you (boom, boom, boom) They had money on his head, so his best friend just killed him (boom, boom, boom) It's a shame, ain't no telling what they'll do (nah, nah) N- play it cool (play it cool), fool, had me fool (what?) I keep fifty on me every time I move (yeah, I do) I kept fifty on me when I went to school, I'm a fool (damn, damn) We tote sticks, ain't talkin' pool (nah) Grew up in the zoo, where they hop out and they s- (grrah) Either you eat or you food (grrah, grrah) I make 'em think that we cool, set him up and scoom (boom, boom) Line 'em up then boom, I hope Heaven got some room We gon' go and get him (we gon' go and get him) And if he ain't alone, we k- everybody with him (everybody with him) On my mama, I'm official (I'm official) And you ain't gon' shoot s- so what you doin' with that p-? (What you doin' with that p-?) Magazines for that issue (magazines) Be at your funeral on time and give your mama a- a tissue (mama a- a tissue) We get to blowin' like a whistle (get to blowin') Clean out his pile like a pillow, hit him, then they sizzle (rah-rah) I'm Boss Tee and I get busy (busy) When it comes to g- I'm picky, don't like R- I need a Glizzys (I like G-) With a switch (brr) Hunnid, hunnids on yo' head, then your shit gon' be missing (baow, baow) Mix the P- with the Jig' (facts) All my opps, they dead, put on Rolex watch on Billy (get 'em smash) I rock Off-White and Amiri (drip) All white water on my neck, you can see these b- clear (My s- 3D) Leave him bleedin' on his period (wet) Put 'em on the Internet, everybody eyes teary (ha) You can even ask Siri (ask her) Be like, "Who run the city?", she gon' tell you, "O'Block, period" (brr) We gon' go and get him (we gon' go and get him) And if he ain't alone, we k- everybody with him (everybody with him) On my mama, I'm official (I'm official) And you ain't gon' shoot s- so what you doin' with that p-? (What you doin' with that p-?) Magazines for that issue (magazines) Be at your funeral on time and give your mama a- a tissue (mama a- a tissue) We get to blowin' like a whistle (get to blowin') Clean out his pile like a pillow, hit him, then they sizzle (rah-rah)
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Robert Amparan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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