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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mozzy
Mozzy
Vocals
Shordie Shordie
Shordie Shordie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Patterson
Timothy Patterson
Songwriter
Raquan Hudson
Raquan Hudson
Songwriter
Altariq Crapps
Altariq Crapps
Songwriter
David Grear Akhanovic
David Grear Akhanovic
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ace Soulja
Ace Soulja
Producer
Daveo
Daveo
Producer
Tariq Beats
Tariq Beats
Producer
Franklin Perez
Franklin Perez
Mixing Engineer
Perez PKA Piece
Perez PKA Piece
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Where you from? I'm from that killer city Them niggas gritty, shoot a nigga, really But me I feel it's you and me and us havin' a convo You don't see no wrong though, snake in grass, I lawnmow Bakin' shit, I make some shit, I did it, what you tried to Touchin' walkin' 'by you, who you finna lie to? I been feelin' different, give me head before I drive And if you do not say, then I'ma slide 'Cause I been on some "Leave me 'lone" I wanna be alone, I brought my firearm Demons on 'em got them demons on 'em tryna fight 'em off People on us think them people on us with you right or wrong And tell them, "Keep them bitches, they be lyin'" Tell the truth, niggas don't want beef 'cause they be dyin' Bulletproof, they ain't tell you, niggas still applyin' Swing again, niggas want me dead, they steady tryin' Like he ain't got them killers right behind him Yeah, these niggas kill me with this killin' shit If that's the case, then why I still exist? Talk to me, huh? We usin' green ones over silver tips I was one of the ones before you did a skit, simmer down I was one of the ones you called for pay, more niggas dissin' now Really one of the ones to place a call and have 'em sit you down You seen what happened to your partner, bitch, go dig him out And if they get my partner bail, I'm gonna go get him out In the name of EBO, lil' bro gon' spin a route Ayy, free the skipper, that's my mans, ain't never took the stand It's a favoritism game these niggas play these days Like your big homie and 'em ain't rats, we ain't gon' say no names Blood got shot at hella times, I'm here to take the blame And suckin' dick before you diss a nigga make you lame It's safe to say it ain't the same, and niggas bool with that Ain't known for killin', you's a thief with your lil' goofy ass 'Cause I been on some "Leave me 'lone" I wanna be alone, I brought my firearm Demons on 'em got them demons on 'em tryna fight 'em off People on us think them people on us with you right or wrong And tell them, "Keep them bitches, they be lyin'" Tell the truth, niggas don't want beef 'cause they be dyin' Bulletproof, they ain't tell you, niggas still applyin' Swing again, niggas want me dead, they steady tryin' Like he ain't got them killers right behind him After we drove by, we parked and knocked the yickies off You did a drive-by to a gangster, that ain't G at all Niggas bums around this bitch, that's what we think of y'all And you a nerd without them percs, watch when you sleep it off When it get brackin', it gets drastic, that's an easy call Ran in the house to lock the door after he seen my dawg Say what you want, but it's been documented, he's the law That ain't the work that y'all acknowledge though, I done seen it all Deactivate the safety switch 'cause we gon' keep it off Shooter Gang chain in my possession, that's was fleecy fault They ain't from the hood, they from the Grove, blood, let's keep it raw Daneshio been gone since buddy told, blood, let's keep it raw Leslie woofin' like he ain't no bitch, that's why he beef with y'all (ah) Not only did KO sock him out, he knocked him out And we pulled up to Lucciano house, it weren't no poppin' off And niggas tucked, they used to livin' at mommas better watch your mouth 'Cause I been on some "Leave me 'lone" I wanna be alone, I brought my firearm Demons on 'em got them demons on 'em tryna fight 'em off People on us think them people on us with you right or wrong And tell them, "Keep them bitches, they be lyin'" Tell the truth, niggas don't want beef 'cause they be dyin' Bulletproof, they ain't tell you, niggas still applyin' Swing again, niggas want me dead, they steady tryin' Like he ain't got them killers right behind him (behind) Oh, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy Oh, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy I been on some "leave me 'lone" I wanna be alone, I brought my firearm Demons on them, got them demons on them, tryna fight them off People understand, them people want 'em, but you right or wrong And tell them, "Keep them bitches, they be lyin'" And we up on the score We up four That my favourite number, I'ma start from right there we up four leave them right there
Writer(s): Timothy Patterson, David Grear, Altariq Crapps, Raquan Hudson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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