Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dougie B
Dougie B
Vocals
Yagi B
Yagi B
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arion Howard
Arion Howard
Songwriter
Damien Beepat
Damien Beepat
Songwriter
Christopher Holloway
Christopher Holloway
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glo banks
Glo banks
Producer
ELIWTF
ELIWTF
Mixing Engineer
CON-ED
CON-ED
Recording Engineer
ConEd
ConEd
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
He panic on drills he a do bad
I spinned through the block my opps don't do that
Let that boy live why the fuck would I do that
Ran so fast ain't no telling where his shoes at
Head shot gang trying to aim where his tooth at
Blood to the bone but the cuz rock a blue flag
Free Nick B now blu bring the goons back
You talk out ya mind I done seen **** lose that
On the guys, told the guys I move too tact
New knocks can't fit in the Fanny
Told Dougie let's take us a trip
I heard they selling Matthew in Miami
[Verse 2]
Off the Xany you know I'ma trip
Smoking the dummy he punching like Manny
And I still gotta walk with the Stick
'Cause this 40 too big for a Fanny
[Verse 3]
Fucking with me I'ma tweak
Bitch ain't no missing I got a new chop with a beam
Doowop gonna shoot it for free
Don't call me D Wade
Booming the heat more than three
Who really fucking with me?
They keep telling me chill
Bitch I'ma fiend for the P
Walk up can't dump out the V
He throw up the G
(Hold on do that part, punch in-punch in-punch in)
[Verse 4]
Bitch I'm MB tell 'em check it
Sev side gang, bitch we making it hectic
Like bitch is we sexing, fuck is you texting
DTB Telly for session
**** don't learn they lesson, no we not stressing
Big thirty-eight for the weapon
Too deep, two chops with a smoochie
They not outside older heads get the message
Came home gang said we at war
Bitch you could get shot if you fuck with the four
Told Kay Kay keep rapping he opening doors
Told bro I don't make it, I'm upping the score
[Verse 5]
Clutching I'm upping,Boom like it's nothing
I just might shoot up the function
Pour a six, Düsse for the eats
Bitch my lean clean we not doing the Tussin
And no I'm not chatting and fussing
Talk out your mouth I tell Moni to dump it
How it's beef and you broke **** bugging
You wish we was we do twenty like nothing
Like thotty you bugging no cuffing
We could do drills we get low then we rumping
Perky bussing need water or something
Smoking on Matthew soon catch a concussion
Gang, gang-gang
Bow-bow-bow
Written by: Arion Howard, Christopher Holloway, Damien Beepat
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