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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Thomas Walker
Thomas Walker
Songwriter
Kevin Davis Jr
Kevin Davis Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Producer
DJ KJ
DJ KJ
Producer
Johnny Gaitan JR
Johnny Gaitan JR
Recording Engineer
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Dang, Diddy) Mmm-mmm, oh yeah Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, oh yeah (KJ, let the beat knock) Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, oh yeah Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, grr, jheez Nigga know I'm 'bout it, they know what's up, I don't give no fucks Nigga fresh out of jail and he still gon' spin (grr, fah, fah) Fill the rental right up I'm a gangsta ass nigga from the streets to the pen (yeah) Nigga know I'm thug Pressure in the streets, we'll break a bin (bitch) Nigga know what's up Just got a drop and I'm feelin' real cocky (grr, fah, fah) Nigga, that's a brand new body (grr) Mud on my jacket, I ain't trippin', I rock it Nigga better know how I'm rockin' Play with my paper, I'ma put you on Fox (on Fox) Nigga ain't playin' my pockets Swipe a nigga out if he play with my blood Pussy ass nigga, what's poppin'? When it's smoke up in the city, we grab hammers and we squeeze, nigga Blood up in my eyes, goin' blind, I can't see, nigga (grr) Draco get to bittin' And it's diggin' like some teeth, nigga (bop, bop, bop) Let him rub me wrong, I put that paper on his feet, nigga These niggas be slippin', we come with mops (oh), no caution sign Catch him at work, we punchin' that clock (uh-huh), no overtime Free my dog, he fightin' a hat, I'm 'bout to send him a dot Bad lil' bitch, she gon' send me the drop These niggas be shooters and tellin', these niggas robocops Player get popped, nigga try to run, get stopped Nigga rundown, he shot, he better rush to the doc' Clutchin' on two, I'm Pac Nigga better stay in they place, nigga better stay in they lane Real deal-killers, no games Nigga want smoke with me, he don't get no sleep 'til he D-I-E When it's smoke up in the city, we grab hammers and we squeeze, nigga Blood up in my eyes, goin' blind, I can't see, nigga (grr) Draco get to bittin' And it's diggin' like some teeth, nigga (bop, bop, bop) Let him rub me wrong, I put that paper on his feet, nigga When it's smoke up in the city, we grab hammers and we squeeze, nigga Blood up in my eyes, goin' blind, I can't see, nigga (grr) Draco get to bittin' And it's diggin' like some teeth, nigga (bop, bop, bop) Let him rub me wrong, I put that paper on his feet, nigga
Writer(s): Thomas Walker, Fredrick Ii Givens, Kevin Davis Jr, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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