Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaiah Brown
Isaiah Brown
Keyboards
Jared Brown
Jared Brown
Keyboards
John Scherer
John Scherer
Guitar
Papa Abdou Fall
Papa Abdou Fall
Bass
Sterling White Jr.
Sterling White Jr.
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Brown
Isaiah Brown
Songwriter
Jared Brown
Jared Brown
Songwriter
John Scherer
John Scherer
Songwriter
Papa Abdou Fall
Papa Abdou Fall
Songwriter
Sterling White Jr.
Sterling White Jr.
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Spiff Sinatra
Spiff Sinatra
Producer
Big Papito
Big Papito
Producer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Isaiah Brown
Isaiah Brown
Producer
Jared Brown
Jared Brown
Producer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Mixing Engineer
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Free them boys, we them (me and Spiff) Ayy, free them boys, we them (keep one on the hip, yeah) Ayy, free them boys, we them boys, bitch (yeah, ayy, Big Papito) Pop out with my ice on, Mr. Get Them Pints Gone Fuck you want a price for? You ain't coppin' slabs, nigga Bad bitch tell me that I'm better than her last nigga (duh) Rag bitch love me for throwin' 4s and droppin' fives nigga Doggy still be cashin' shit, fuck her good, then pass the bitch Wayward down to grasser bitch, I probably made a ticket there If I'm in there, them sticks in there, them Bloods in there, we blitzin' that Front to back, bring triple back, want 85 for these feddy's Cuddy's talkin' 65's, that's only 'cause his fiends paid that Fuck it, put a one on 'em and ship 'em out Ice bowls, ice bowls, I said, "I got 'em" (I do) IPhones, iPhones, I still got 'em (I do) We take a jet to the bad, they buyin' vests before they stride I guess we know who not the killers, rest in peace, free my niggas Ric' called, Apple called, they all skeet (hello?) Murray called, 'Onte called, then MD (hello?) White runts (Exotic), pink runts, four a piece (I got 'em) Moneybagg, Babyface, EST Buss down, touchdown, then repeat it 65 a gram, nigga, who can beat it? Red eye, been a Demon, fuck the Urus Some youngings caught me slippin', I ain't trippin', got insurance Bitch, I'm back again, I'm strapped again, you get whacked again They got the Hemis, forgot the Benz, I put ten on each I know his mans, I know his bitch, I do not forget Give me a week, ask about young, he do not exist Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy 'nem thump shit Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy 'nem slump shit Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too What about your youngings, Doggy? My youngings killers too Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy 'nem thump shit (gonna thump sum', gonna thump sum') Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy 'nem slump shit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too (yeah, you know what's up, EST, Skcretch Gang) What about your youngings, Doggy? My youngings killers too (yeah, mm, mm) Fat bitch, I remember you, you been a ho since middle school (I remember, been a bitch) Dead or sippin' soup from off a spoon, that's what this switch'll do (mm, blrrrd, blrrrd) Cappin' niggas pitiful, condition never critical (niggas showin', niggas lyin') He die before he even knew, get some blood on all that blue (he was dead, shoot him dead) Face shot, trappin' in the spot, makin' my H lock (makin' my dawg lot) How you get that rich before you sign? Shit, I had eight spots (mm, I had like eight on) In and out, can't stop, two stoves, eight pots (yeah, mm, eight pots) One on every burner, we the ones who do the murders Whacked his younger brother and the big one "Shh," I know it hurt him (mm, I know it hurt your feelings) I ain't accidentally puttin' niggas under Shit on purpose (mm, ain't accidentally killin') It was rumors, but I heard it Hit 'em four times with that burner (yeah, four times with that AR) Know we thump shit, thump shit Geeski 'nem thump shit (thump sum', thump sum', you know we thump shit) What else you need to know about 'em? Psh, he can't be fucked with (yeah, we can't be fucked with) Set a nigga up or somethin', bitch fuck all that slut shit (fuck all that slut shit) Let me pop this Perc' before we fuck Bitch, I might nut quick (wait, wait, I might nut fast) Premature, come to shootin' that blower Always bust quick (mm, nigga always bust fast) Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy 'nem thump shit (yeah, you know we thump shit) Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy 'nem slump shit (yeah, mm, you know we thump shit) Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too What about your youngings, Doggy? My youngings killers too Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy 'nem thump shit Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy 'nem slump shit Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too What about your youngings, Doggy? My youngings killers too
Writer(s): George Stone, Dion Marquise Hayes, Garnett Ferguson, Jared Quintin Brown, Isiah Brown, John Bryant Scherer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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