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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scorey
Scorey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bakari Ward
Bakari Ward
Songwriter
John Luther
John Luther
Songwriter
Trina'e Williams
Trina'e Williams
Songwriter
Nathan Scott Lamarche
Nathan Scott Lamarche
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Luther
John Luther
Producer
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer
Chance Hubbard
Chance Hubbard
Mixing Engineer
Nash Beats
Nash Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope games Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing They gave him shells, he got hit from close range Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring Fuck what he yell, he ain't put in no pain All by myself, hop out when the door swing Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim Tell me who you rockin' with so we can hit they block and spin it Hang with the opposites, then he gon' hear that choppa' spittin' Crash 'bout that guap, I'm with it Splash at his top and split it Max love to hop out, hittin' Masked up with all my villains Nobody loved me back when I ain't have a bowl to piss in Couldn't get no ride before I got up on this road to riches Stuck by my lonely with this nine, don't need no codefendant Ain't no support, got on my grind, nobody loaned a penny Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope games Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing They gave him shells, he got hit from close range Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring Fuck what he yell, he ain't put in no pain All by myself, hop out when the door swing Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim I been on that paper trail, never was a school guy Grindin' 'til my pockets double-stuffed just like a Moon Pie Hop out with that glizzy, tannin' blocks, you win, just you and I I've been screamin, "4TS," but still rock with my coolest guys We could get it, do or die, your's or mine, set it up We got all the switches and 'em .45's, hella guns I won't drop a diss, I tell them shooters slide, wet 'em up My Brodie got hits, you know them savages ain't lettin' up Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope games Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing They gave him shells, he got hit from close range Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring Fuck what he yell, he ain't put in no pain All by myself, hop out when the door swing Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim I fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing
Writer(s): Danny Snodgrass, Geno Gitas, John Luther, Bakari Ward Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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