Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Zay Osama
Lil Zay Osama
Vocals
Fatmanbeatz
Fatmanbeatz
Programming
Vito
Vito
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Marcus Spruiell
Marcus Spruiell
Songwriter
Samy Tiger Kartas
Samy Tiger Kartas
Songwriter
Travis Marsh
Travis Marsh
Songwriter
Isaiah Dukes
Isaiah Dukes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Vargas
Daniel Vargas
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robert Mendioro
Robert Mendioro
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Mixing Engineer
Fatmanbeatz
Fatmanbeatz
Producer
David "Prep" Hughes
David "Prep" Hughes
Recording Engineer
Travis Marsh
Travis Marsh
Recording Engineer
Vito
Vito
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ay, ay
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon get yo ass smoked (Glock)
Get caught lackin' the opps post we put you in that same boat
I can get yo cousin to backdoor you fuck you think this fame for?(Backdoor you) (Glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat (Raincoat)
I'm with all them killers thuggin' (Thuggin')
Hit the city I'm in a hot car
I want all my **** buggin' (Buggin')
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me squash it with my cousin (My Cousin)
This so deep right now I catch him, I kill his ass in public, ****
That's on my brother
[Verse 2]
I don't like them ****, they don't like my ****
And I'm too rich to be fightin' them ****
He was talkin' shit, caught him on the nine, here go yo diaper ****
You ain't into a gang for real
You don't own yo own pipe, lil **** (Bitch ass ****)
Whicho broke ass, **** (Fuck wrong wit you)
We don't tolerate no fake opps (Ain't no fake opps)
They can't post up in they hood
They call somebody else shit they block (Grrr)
Free Lonnell he stay Six-300
Only one I love from 8 block
Bam got hit in the head so we still count that as a face shot (What)(What)
Ay, if **** ain't die they on the shit bag (Shitbag)
For J-money it's a go you a fake opp wit yo brick ass (GDK)
And I fucked yo babymama while you was in jail, her thick ass (Her thick ass)
Regular Glock on my in case I run out that switch kind (Grrr) (Glock)
We get litty in the city (City) (What)
They had to buy them switches from the foe 'nem in case they wanted 'em on them glizzys (City) (What)
We don't say "no cap" for foe 'nem me and lil bro 'nem say "no kizzy" (City) (What)
All the opps know how we ride, ****, we gon' spin till we get dizzy, ****
We ain't do no diss
[Verse 3]
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon get yo ass smoked (Glock)
Get caught lackin' the opps post we put you in that same boat
I can get yo cousin to backdoor you fuck you think this fame for?(Backdoor you) (Glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat (Raincoat)
I'm with all them killers thuggin' (Thuggin')
Hit the city I'm in a hot car
I want all my **** buggin' (Buggin')
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me squash it with my cousin (My cousin)
This so deep right now I catch him, I kill his ass in public ****
That's on my brother (Hold up)
Written by: Durk Banks, Isaiah G Dukes, Marcus Spruiell, Samy Tiger Kartas, Travis Marsh
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