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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kyle Richh
Kyle Richh
Vocals
Jenn Carter
Jenn Carter
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alvin Jacks Boayke-Ansah
Alvin Jacks Boayke-Ansah
Composer
Madhahir Abudlaziz
Madhahir Abudlaziz
Composer
Jennifer Oghenekevwe Akpofure
Jennifer Oghenekevwe Akpofure
Lyrics
Kyle Henry Richardson
Kyle Henry Richardson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Supahoes
Supahoes
Producer
Angel Moreno
Angel Moreno
Recording Engineer
Jefe Productions
Jefe Productions
Producer

Lyrics

Gang, gang, gang (it's carter dickhead) For my brothers I'm takin' that risk (rah, rah) Like, need a baddie to hold on a grip (glah-glah, boom, bitch) Don't come around if you droppin' my shit I'm with KR and Jerry lookin' for a hit Brodie told me to chill, but I can't (glah, glah) I'ma keep rappin' just give me a what? (glah, glah) Brodie shoot he don't need double hands (what? Damn) Bullets gon' hit him they makin' him dance (glah-glah, boom) And for rayray this 40 gon' spark No Helen Keller, so shoot through the dark How you get caught in a tank like a shark? Like 41 we not fallin' apart Did a drill, had to change up the hoodie DTB and I'm feelin' like Boogie (feelin' like Boogie) That bitch a thot she gon' Fuck cause I'm hot how you say you on court But you niggas is pussy That boy touchin' the ground yes Fuck around spin in a black tech 40 ain't making no sound yet I'ma just do it like Nike, check (Glah-glah, boom) talkin' on 41? Aight bet I'ma demon don't get me upset Pull up to Saks and forget what I spent Lack on a block and these bitches is bent That bitch a thot and she gon' fuck off the How you say you on court, but you cinnamon? Knock on my body I keep the adrenaline Bullets gon' knock em out Like it's medicine, gang Bro in a store He ain't hittin' on innocent He a demon and end up on citizen KR be tweakin' my nigga is militant Like what? Put the beam on his ligaments PTSD bitch I'm Clutchin' on Julie Juliet go make it a movie, what? You niggas know what I do I I spot an opp then bust that u-ie Spin through, oot at his crew Li-like she a wetty, she shakin' it on me What? Pass me a glock with a beam on the bottom I up it and dump out the stoley One-one shot (No fluke) Is a fraud, he is not even Woo Big EBK put my trust in nobody I do not regret all the shots that I threw Off the 'migos, she turned to a smooch Put-Put a whole in his head like a CD She geekin' tryna get neeky You cheat, I cheat, please don't keet me You you throw, I throw Dump out the V, spot a flex I'ma blow, what? Thottie she drivin' the boat He tried to run caught a shot to the toe Like why the fuck would you diss on a post? Bend through that block bitch I'm lookin' for KJ How you tough and they jackin' you told? Run down I'ma oot it like Caine Frame I'ma ooter don't care what you jack Load up my gun while I hit from the back Too tact', I cannot lack, like opp thots So I keep me a strap My bitch a demon she off of the medical (And you niggas is movin' too federal) And you niggas is not on my pedestal How you gon' fuck with the Opps 'cause we deaded you? When I'm writin' I'm off of the 'migos Like with the beam you get Shot through the peephole When I shoot perfect aim like a free throw No execution this shot is so lethal We gon' aim for his liver 4-1 the gang and we still gettin' bigger Damn, glah Light up a gun on that nigga, he tried to run I go dumb on that trigger Like-like what? who really gangsta? How you tough and you givin' your gang up? Dissin' the gang that's on bro He get flamed up Spin through put the beam on his what? Lil-lil thottie she feenin to fuck Big-big gun oot at his crew Throw five, you throw two Pass pass me the deucey, they know I go ku' What?
Writer(s): Madhahir Abdulaziz, Kyle Richh, Aj Honcho Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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