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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SleazyWorld Go
SleazyWorld Go
Vocals
Rage Santana
Rage Santana
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Isaac
Joseph Isaac
Lyrics
Robert Lavar McCoy Jr.
Robert Lavar McCoy Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rage Santana
Rage Santana
Producer
Eric Surratt
Eric Surratt
Mixing Engineer
Alec Ness
Alec Ness
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Grrt Huh (Damn, Rage, you goin' crazy) I ain't gon' say too much 'cause I ain't tryna go out like YSL (like thug) And Baghdad gon' shoot 'cause he know I'm gon' bond them out of jail (my thug) Keep hearing these rumors, shit, ask my co-d who I tell (who?) I took my four years to the chin, they know that paperwork ain't real (man, you know that shit fake) All my opps turned into trolls to where this shit ain't even beef You ain't never slid or did no skits, you ain't never hopped out on yo' feet (you ain't never) You ain't never masked up like you Jeepers Creepers, hit their block and creep (you ain't never) You can believe that shit if you want, I bet a nigga won't play with me (I bet a nigga won't play) Baby mama's been trippin', man, them hoes done showed out for the 'Net (hoes showed out) I'm like bet they're gon' be sick when I stop payin' them hoes rent (I ain't payin' shit) I don't call niggas for protection, why? Bitch, 'cause I'm stamped (yeah) I'm the reason this bitch turn for real if Durk the voice, bitch I'm the lamp (yeah, bitch) I mean spark (huh), this my rookie year bitch Name another new artist up on them charts, huh (who?) And 'bout my chain (huh), this all I'ma say (this all I'ma say) Tell my jeweller hundred K, they said my shit was in layaway (what the fuck?) Bitch, I'm gon' address it all (address it) Let's talk about how niggas was tryna sneak them payments to the blogs (sneaky ass) Let's talk about them blogs too, they couldn't even prove that shit was true (huh) They still posted that fake shit, so they platform could get a view (I can't believe this shit) Fuck, this shit gettin' tricky (tricky) Slapped a 50 on the choppa and put glitches on the glizzies (glizzy) We put vectors on the clip (clip), put them hollows on the tip (tip) I ain't from the Bronx, when we jump out we yell out "Don't run, don't trip" (don't run, don't trip) I ain't gon' say too much 'cause I ain't tryna go out like YSL Don't say too much 'cause I aint tryna go out like YSL Like, like YSL I ain't gon' say too much 'cause I ain't tryna go out like YSL
Writer(s): Robert Mccoy, Joseph Rob Isaac Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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