Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FreeTheGod
FreeTheGod
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Lepine
Darrell Lepine
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We gotta build, baby
Top of the hill, baby
I gotta attack, oh
Shoot for the kill, baby
Flippin' a brick, yeah
This shit is a skill, baby
I gotta chest, huh
I wanna fill, baby
[Verse 2]
Let's keep pushin'
I'm from Greasy Groves, she's from Brooklyn
Got this shit on tilt
Climb my tower, shooting bullets, sayin'
Shawty actin' shifty in the bushes, leave her lookin'
In my head, the storm is comin'
Time to go yo, brothers book it
Flushin' out the fact
That we, we down to forty five
Should be fatal in the field
Now we down to thirty nine
But my whole squad is lit
Runnin' down the strip
'Bout to pop a lemon
The pinata got a grip
Too many's in a half
Boy, I got the juice
Send me, you're the one
But grab it just because it's blue
[Verse 3]
Rock it, I'm launchin' your build
Climbin' the step to the top of the hill
Head shot, that's a kill
Two traps and you build
Maryjane got you stilled
Mike Myers got the A&R
Scope on, that reigns far
Showboat better stay on
Written by: Darrell Lepine
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