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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Zay Osama
Lil Zay Osama
Lead Vocals
Travis Marsh
Travis Marsh
All Instruments
Dj L
Dj L
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Londen Buckner
Londen Buckner
Songwriter
Travis Marsh
Travis Marsh
Songwriter
Isaiah Dukes
Isaiah Dukes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Marsh
Travis Marsh
Producer
Dj L
Dj L
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Mixing Engineer
Nicholas White
Nicholas White
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Gang Gang (gang, gang), gang (Oh, my God, what it this, an L beat?) Chase him down, glah (come here) He on the ground, get up (get up) Him and his mans hit up (they hit up) His ass can't get up, mhm (frrah, frrah) Ambulance pick him up, tell 'em, "Go dig him up", mhm (tell 'em, "Go dig him up) Now he a dead homie, fuck all of your dead homies (fuck all of your dead homies), mhm It was messy on the scene, we left his ass with red on 'em (red on 'em) Pull up on 'em, bail out on 'em Full swings (come here), we ain't sparin' no nigga (grrah, frrah) Smoke his ass, a bold bitch (bold bitch) Get up close in pеrson with this gen five (mhm), four nickel (mhm, grrah) Ayy, 15 shot my first Blick, nеxt week put on six capes (no cap) Used to be drillin', now I'm rich They still spinnin', shall drench Stuck in the trenches, I was lit Nigga ask Jay P and Mick And I have to come do 'em legit (no bap) Still gotta move with a stick (no bap) He don't know what to do with the switch (brrt) Got to send more than two on the blitz (phew) Yeah, my gang get wicked, the sickest We don't leave no niggas with sticthes Used to stay on the opps, I was viscous So my mama know you niggas bitches I be still in the 'Raq taking pictures So a lot of you lil' niggas bitches, pussy Finish missions, got exited Free Lil Inch, gotta fight it Making statements, niggas writing She gettin' fishy, I don't like it Four-nick like some lightning Catch a Vick, this bitch a strike 'em It did so much shit as strikers Pray the clique don't indicted (shh) Chase him down (come here), glah He on the ground (get up), get up (get up) Him and his mans hit up (they hit up) His ass can't get up (frrah, frrah), mhm Ambulance pick him up, tell 'em, "Go dig him up", mhm (tell 'em, "Go dig him up) Now he a dead homie, fuck all of your dead homies (fuck all of your dead homies) Chase him down, glah (glah) He on the ground, get up (get up) Him and his mans hit up (hit up) His ass can't get up, mhm Ambulance pick him up, tell 'em, "Go dig him up", mhm (dig him up) Now he a dead homie (dead homies) Fuck all of your dead homies (all of your dead homies), mhm Bail out in that Benz (that Benz) with that drum on me (drum) This yo' days, don't hit the floor, you better not run from me (frrah, frrah) Catch up, I'ma stand over yo' ass (I'ma stand over yo' ass) Fuck them cameras, you know I got mask (you know I got mask) It's on the news, his ass got blast four times in the face, I'm knowin' he fried (glah), nigga Ayy, light the room, pick on Facebook, got yo' face took Aim (aim), when I stunt at them niggas (nigga) I rob, they know how I rock (nigga), so they shook (they shook) All my opps dyin', when it comes to bodies, you know how they look (you know how they look) I been disrespecting all my opps so much that I got my page took (fuck 'em) We can't catch 'em, kill his brother Foenem died, they mama cryin' Fuck it (huh?), we make yo' mama suffer (make yo' mama suffer) Nigga, we breed killers, I can make Obama tougher (Obama tougher) Really from the mud, learned from my mama brothers (learned from my mama brothers) Catch a body next day, don't think nothin' of it (don't think nothin' of it, glah, glah, glah, glah) Chase him down (come here), glah He on the ground (get up), get up (get up) Him and his mans hit up (they hit up) His ass can't get up (frrah, frrah), mhm Ambulance pick him up, tell 'em, "Go dig him up", mhm (tell 'em, "Go dig him up) Now he a dead homie, fuck all of your dead homies (fuck all of your dead homies) It was messy on the scene, we left his ass with red on 'em (red on 'em) Pull up on 'em, bail out on 'em (come here) Full swings (come here), we ain't sparin' no nigga (grrah, frrah) Smoke his ass, a bold bitch (bold bitch) Get up close in person with this gen five (mhm), four nickel (mhm, grrah, nigga)
Writer(s): Isaiah Dukes, Travis Marsh, Londen Buckner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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