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PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Rap
EST Gee
EST Gee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Songwriter
Ceary Veon Houston
Ceary Veon Houston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JB Sauced up
JB Sauced up
Producer
VenoTheBuilder
VenoTheBuilder
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Look out, Veno) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (at my opp house) Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12, be tryna cop out Drive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down Thot bitch used to fuck with us, she a opp now Block bitch, fuckin' B, her excuse: she sellin' them beans Who want 'em for 17? A thousand under 11 Gs If check, exotic? Nah nigga, meth? Yes Rapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed Stress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower I saved her under "Swallower" Supreme Trues, Prada purse I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert Rappers second, killer first My opps probably invented shirts What's the next? Still in the dirt Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin' Big Sprites, they muddy, 12 uncles, they nutty We been killin' for money Yeah, we been killin' for nothin', bare face in public Let's get back for out brother, nigga better not ask for nothin' Back up, better not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin' Niggas die before they blink they eyes, ain't even see me up in here Was fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I ain't even get to fuck her I was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her And I told this bitch just fuck her Can't get me, gotta do my brother Count to three, at three I'm dumpin' Bumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em Been yellin', "Free RIC", I'm still yellin', "Free me" E (E), S (S), T (T), free the shiners, exotic weed, got Cs, I ain't ban it Fuck niggas been tryin' me, ain't no put it behind me I'm on this shit for real, ain't jumpin on no deals Before I was countin' Ms, I was keepin' up with drills I know what you ain't did And I know that you ain't built for smoke So, why you playin' with a nigga who done killed before? We still young, thuggin' Yellin', "Free all my brothers" (yeah), yellin', "Free all the shiners" Indicted for wearin' diamonds, fuck 'em, yeah
Writer(s): Dion Marquise Hayes, George Stone, Jeremy Bradley, Ceary Houston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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