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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Virgil Gibson
Virgil Gibson
Composer
Akira G King Yuen
Akira G King Yuen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K Akira
K Akira
Producer

Lyrics

Sco' Uh Sco' (fuck it up) Uh, I be with some real dudes (real dudes) Told my Shorty, "Go and shoot", I bet he go do it (he do it) You told your Shorty, "Go up in that mission", he ain't go through it (ain't do it) I be with some real killers, (real killers) I be with some real thrills (real thrills, uh) Strip 'em like a stripper, where that shit at? (Where that shit at?) Why you drop the lo'?, I swear, we finna kill 'em, where that bitch at? (Where that bitch go?) Uh, we don't trust niggas, you can't hang around (uh-uh) Do a wrestlin' move, (yeah) WWE, we pin 'em down Uh, put his ass down Put 'em in the dirt We gon' have this conversation cut short like a skirt We slide on oops like a 9-5, it's time to go to work (got to go to work) I got a 30, foe'nem got a 30, (yeah) ain't talkin' 'bout no Percs, nigga Fuck a Perc, nigga (fuck a Perc) Bunch'a switch (switch, switch) Glocks, we got opps in different hoods So it's time to switch blocks (yeah) Shot too many shots up out the Glock, it got my wrist hot (let's go) I'll never tell, lips sealed, like a Ziploc, nigga (Ziploc, nigga) Uh, money got bigger, (bigger) pipes got bigger (bigger) He dissed the guys, so his life got thinner (thinner) W got bigger, (bigger) I'm a real winner (winner) Came straight from hell, (hell) uh, I'm a real sinner, uh (sinner) Folks got dizzy on they block, he a real spinner, uh Off the Heezy, hittin' tops when we kill niggas, uh Shorty head hot, guess I gotta chill niggas, uh We takin' on his block, I gotta smack a real niggas, uh Mask up like Scream, (Scream) I'ma shoot him 'til he scream ('til he scream) I be slidin' with this mop, (ah) shoot the block 'til it's clean (ah) Flip, flip, switch Glock, mini machine (brr) Put a stock up on my Glock, so ain't no missing (Let's come) If he tweakin' with the guys, then you go missing (where he go?) Disappear poof, he in the sky, get him outta here (there he go!) Folks be doin' tricks, so we gon' cheat, we ain't playin' fair (we ain't playin' fair) Evaporating all the opps, put his ass in the air, uh Everyday on 59th, with a Glock, uh, yeah (with a Glock) Everyday on 57th, look for opps, uh, yeah (what a oops) You would think he jumpin' rope, how I make him hop (hop, hop) You would think he in the NBA, the way I make him flop (flop, flop) Bro just came and asked me, (asked me) how I'm feelin' (yeah, yeah) Told him that, I'm chillin', I wanna catch a opp and put him to the ceilin' (no problem) Said, "Let's spin they block, we gon' kill all men, there's no women" (okay) Everyday, I wake up mad, (I'm all green) 'cause they livin', let's get 'em Uh, I be with some real dudes (real dudes) Told my Shorty, "Go and shoot", I bet he go do it (I bet he do it) You told your Shorty, "Go up in that mission", he ain't go through it (ain't do it) I be with some real killers, (real killers) I be with some real thrills (real thrills) Uh, strip 'em like a stripper, where that shit at? (Where that shit at?) Why you drop the lo'?, I swear, we finna kill 'em, where that bitch at? (Where that bitch at?) Uh, we don't trust niggas, you can't hang around (can't hang around) Do a wrestlin' move, WWE, we pin 'em down (pin 'em down) Put his ass down (down)
Writer(s): Akira Yuen, Virgil Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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