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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitkidd
Hitkidd
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
PRE Peezy
PRE Peezy
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Shick
Glenn Shick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Kill 'em all, yeah (Hitkidd, what it do, man?) (Ayo, BandPlay) Cutthroat la familia, paper route five L You know what I'm sayin'? Paper route business, paper route campaign Whatever you wanna call this shit, nigga Yeah, yeah, get back gang, gang (fah, fah, fah, fah) Uh, your bitch fave, uh Yeah (yeah), nigga (What?), this shit still major (ayy) Ayy, don't tell me to slide, I was on that before my nigga died (shh) These niggas hidin', 'lil bruh got a switch And he can't wait to try it (yeah) It's fuck the opps, yeah, let 'em rot These niggas, they be rappin' lies I'm 'bout my guap, these niggas clowns, Yeah, these niggas is pennywise Your bitch on my genitals (phew, phew) Yeah (phew), I've been gettin' it for a while (phew) Fourteen, stole a quarter pound I ran it up, couldn't turn me down (yeah) Big Glock, I've been runnin' wild, You want some beef? I slaughter cows (yeah) You know I don't play around, I keep that in and out of town (fah, fah, fah) I fucked her on the floor and couch, this bitch got glizzy in her mouth My chopper like to twerk, it clap, the only bitch I'm worried 'bout (yup) Niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'cause all they do is run they mouth (yeah) Niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'cause all they do is run they mouth Ayy, don't tell me to slide, I been on that for a long time (fah, fah, fah) These niggas porcupines, backstabbin', that is not my kind (cutthroat) Hoppin' out a truck on twenty-sixes with my forty-five (skrrt, skrrt, fah) You know, I rep that five, so that's why I got like five wives I flip your ass like five guys (yeah), choppers in all size (yeah) Big old Glocks, got all kinds (for real, yeah), gang 'nem got all kinds (yeah) I'm workin' hard, no part-time (ayy), these niggas part-time I don't want some, need all mine (real), yeah, I need all of mine (Bitch) Ayy, don't tell me to slide (phew), I was on that before my nigga died (phew, phew) These niggas hidin', 'lil bruh got a switch And he can't wait to try it It's fuck the opps, yeah, let 'em rot, These niggas, they be rappin' lies (tss) I'm 'bout my guap, these niggas clowns, Yeah, these niggas is pennywise (phew) Your bitch on my genitals, yeah, I've been gettin' it for a while Fourteen, stole a quarter pound (ayy), I ran it up, couldn't turn me down (yeah) Big Glock, I've been runnin' wild (ayy), You want some beef? I slaughter cows (yup) You know I don't play around, I keep that in and out of town (frrt, fah) Yeah Yeah Yeah
Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey, Krishon O'brien Gaines, Anthony Holmes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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