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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B-Lovee
B-Lovee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Qwayshawn Cannon
Qwayshawn Cannon
Songwriter
Dayron Mark-Anthony Edseliano Clemensia
Dayron Mark-Anthony Edseliano Clemensia
Songwriter
Kenneth Gamble
Kenneth Gamble
Songwriter
Walter Sigler
Walter Sigler
Songwriter
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Songwriter
Antoine Macon
Antoine Macon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Magicknocker
Magicknocker
Producer
Serge "Sergical" Tsai
Serge "Sergical" Tsai
Recording Engineer
EQ
EQ
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Niggas gettin' shot tryna make please don't lack (Magic) Nigga, please don't lack (grrah, like, like) Grrah Don't get shot tryna make PDL (PDL) Hollows hot, but ain't hotter than hell (hotter than what?) Give her a band for her nails (for her nails) Niggas be fans, give 'em shells (shells) Little bro tryna send (uh-huh) If he scream, 41, send 'em in (scream 4-) Red dot, put it right on his chin (right on that boy) Whatever he said, he won't say it again (he won't say it again) Number one, ain't no takin' my spot (like, what?) Bitch, I'm back, and I'm on hots (on hots) Totin' my strap, smokin' on Rah Lotti, dummy, they all in a box (all in a box) Where the Ray? Where the Beans? Backdoor gang, they put one in his bean (one in his bean) L to the O, you know how it go (grrah) Throw up the Y, then we makin' a scene (makin' a scene) COE, ain't no changin' my team (changin' my what?) So, tell niggas, get off my dick (get off my dick) I got a Glock-19 wit' a beam (wit' a beam) If they screamin', fourSev, let it rip (let it rip) So many shots in this clip (in this clip) I let this hoe eat the dick (eat the dick) Let 'em think they reversin' the V on that block Put some holes in that whip (in that whip) Niggas bummy, get some money They can't do it (they can't do it, li) Niggas laughin', ain't shit funny We get to it (we get to it) All they brothers, in a casket Niggas losin' (uh-huh), now who laughin'? Niggas stupid (niggas), go get active He gon' do it, grrah Free the Goons, you know they make it happen (make it happen) All these new niggas, don't know why they rappin' (like, what?) And I ain't let 'em know I was packin' (uh-huh) All you gon' hear is that screamin' and clappin' And I got that shit in my jacket One false move, on bro I'ma clap him (I'ma clap him) They be hatin', I ain't average (I ain't average) They won't say it, I get active (get active, like) Tryna see what that talk 'bout (like, what?) One shot to the leg, tell him, walk without it (walk without) Gave him a chance, we can't talk it out (we can't talk it out) I done ran up them bands, I'm important now (I'm important now) Sippin' that lean, I'm relapsin' (relapsin') Baby girl, she keep askin', what happened? (What happened?) Free all my guys, they be trapped in (they be trapped in) I saw my bro in a casket (in a casket) Don't get shot tryna make PDL (PDL) Hollows hot, but ain't hotter than hell (hotter than hell) Give her a band for her nails (like) Niggas be fans, give em' shells (fans) Little bro tryna send (grrah) If he scream, 41, send 'em in (send 'em in) Red dot, put it right on his chin (right on his) Whatever he said, he won't say it again (won't say it again) Number one, ain't no takin' my spot (takin' my) Bitch, I'm back, and I'm on hots Totin' my strap, smokin' on Rah Lotti, dummy, they all in a box (all in a box) Where the Ray? Where the Beans? (Where the?) Backdoor gang, they put one in his bean L to the O, you know how it go (know how it g) Throw up a Y, then we makin' a scene, like (makin' a) Damn Makin' a scene, like Damn Backdoor gang, one in his beam, like Grrah Who we smokin' on? We smokin' on who? A whole lotta Beans, like Grrah Grrah Like
Writer(s): Cornell Haynes, Kenneth Gamble, Bunny Sigler, Antonie Macon, Qwayshawn Cannon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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