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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Icewear Vezzo
Icewear Vezzo
Vocals
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chivez Smith
Chivez Smith
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Anthony Mathis
Anthony Mathis
Composer
Tyree Simmons
Tyree Simmons
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antt Beatz
Antt Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah One thing you niggas could never count Is how many classics I got under my belt Hahaha (one time) Try me (Bitch, you know ant did the beat) I ain't no bitch, I ain't no ho, I ain't no rat, none of that Bro, fuck that cat, we pull a strap Don't get caught lackin', double back These niggas' hoes, I said they finished We had a bag and fumbled that I ain't been the same since they locked me u I just want my brother back I tell no lies, fuck the down, risk my life, the flag for life Been through some shit, I'm blessed for life But still got pain inside my eyes This ain't your lane, bro you playin' games? What gain, I'm pickin' side Stand on business, sit 'em down, we fry shit like Mr. Chi's I'm with felons, ain't no nigga gave me shit except my sellers The streets been dead, it's too much tellin' I turned up with all my felon I shed blood, sweat and tears, for all this shit, I need my blessings Roley bustin', been dancin', play for keys That's how we steppin', yeah One time for all the niggas that's trappin' (that's trappin') Two times for all the niggas that's flexin' (yeah) Middle finger to the pussy niggas that's tellin' (fuck 'em) Three times for the real niggas in heaven (all real niggas) And four times for the bad bitches that's steppin' (All the bad bitches, snowman) Fi-fi-five times for them niggas Out here really gettin' it (gettin' it) Six times for them niggas out here really livin' it (yeah) Your favorite rapper, yeah, I heard about 'em, turned witness Seven times for us business men, we still in business You come to talk, you niggas know who the champ The shit gon' jump out the jam and you can tell 'bout a stamp Wanna know what color it is and you can tell when it's stamped Y'all gone foul with the draw, the knight stand by the land Yeah, call-call of duty shit, winnin' time Ain't runnin' from nothin', but some fair time J hit my other phone, that my bread-line Have my money three day, that the deadline Gray tape, I'ma have my Coca Cola nigga (coca cola nigga) Got the green and the white bipolar nigga (yeah) So many fold in the babies, need a stroller nigga (woo) Duffle bags so heavy, need a shoulder nigga Escalate dope panels, holdin' fifty Pyrex vision bowl, livin' sticky Guess who got the lowest numbers in the city? (Who?) Snow, run this motherfucker like I'm Diddy (yeah) One time for all the niggas that's trappin' (that's trappin') Two times for all the niggas that's flexin' (yeah) Middle finger to the pussy niggas that's tellin' (fuck 'em) Three times for the real niggas in heaven (all real niggas) And four times for the bad bitches that's steppin' (All the bad bitches) Fi-fi-five times for them niggas Out here really gettin' it (gettin' it) Six times for them niggas out here really livin' it (yeah) Your favorite rapper, yeah, I heard about 'em, turned witness Seven times for us business men, we still in business This ain't no sesame street Call me count Dmdramula (dramatic nigga) Hahaha You niggas can't fuck with me
Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Christopher Cook, Aaron Maxwell, Nick Ingman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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