Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
MARLON LAFAYETTE BROWN JR
MARLON LAFAYETTE BROWN JR
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
enrgy beats
enrgy beats
Producer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Hmm, everybody shooters too We can't be into it if I ain't shoot at you (Enrgy made this one) I'm who all the gangsta, young thug, niggas look up to I'm who all the opps and robbers plot on tryin' do it to I'm who all the project and the model hoes wanna do it to She put it on her head and twist her hands like the screw was loose You talk like you bulletproof, we all really know the truth They know we the reason for them candlelight visuals Niggas can't be serious, they funny He think he the big dog on his block 'cause he got money Last one got out of line, went against the guys, got punished Meanwhile, I'm thuggin', pulling pounds out of luggage Sold it in Kentucky, but I purchased it a number Sevens for 120, for a Q. P., 19 hunnid' You found out you can hustle, you a killer all a sudden Sometimes I wish I could've left with Red, God made me suffer But pressure made me tougher, when it's smoke, I don't be duckin' You see me out in public with it out, I never tuck it They say it's all or nothing, so I'm going for it, fuck it Million-dollar budget, that's in all fives Niggas still rentin' in the city, I bought all mines I ain't been the same since my dawg died Runoff, you get hogtied, silly He ratted, I don't feel him, on my momma, I should kill him Young freak bitch still'll stuff it all for me I was just in the county, could you make a call for me? Nah, we don't fuck with Percs, young nigga off puppy My bad if I give 60 to my youngin', mom, and dad I ain't used to people passin', I'm used to homicides I ain't wanna buy the Aston, I got the Urus Probably the only young rich nigga without veneers 'Fore I forget to mention, bitch, I got a M in jewelry, literally Instagram killin' me, that savage shit still in me I passed, nah, doggy this for Tank, nigga, I ride This for hoes said I can't, look at me now Real niggas holed up, wait 'til we drop City in they feelings, main man from the country Remember I ain't have a dollar, I just had a bump Now I'm getting money, I can laugh and shit Paid for it all cash, I'll crash this bitch
Writer(s): Dion Marquise Hayes, George Stone, Marion Lafayette Brown Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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