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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Lyrics
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Composer
Chandler Tevas Ingram
Chandler Tevas Ingram
Composer
Nayvadius Demun Wilburn
Nayvadius Demun Wilburn
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ghostrage
Ghostrage
Producer
ChopSquad DJ
ChopSquad DJ
Producer

Lyrics

Banger Too many bracelets'll sprain a nigga wrist Comin' from the gutter, never imagined livin' like this Five-thousand shots when I'm at the Pow-Wow with the clique, yeah She gotta be bossed up in order to be my bitch, yeah (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) It ain't a coincidence, these shooters ready to go on stains He done took two transformers, fentanyl got him out his brain Throw him in the water, get them sharks on him Like a big ol' snake (Slatt) Came off the cornеr with some gangsters, took this shit to space Shootеr had his mask off He didn't even think about it (Didn't think about it) Gotta keep it one-thousand, tryna clear the bank out Been in them trenches, holdin' switches Like a auntie (Like my auntie) Spent half a ticket on it and it was antique (Skrrt) I put lil' demon on that hit, he gon' go brazy Won't even cost a vehicle to get you this mutilated They caught him in the cut and switched him up, and hit his lady We gon' kill the shooter when he come back if he hit the baby Couldn't make the store, he want that coke Now shit gettin' slimed out (Slimed out) One mill' a show, it's on the floor These niggas dyin' now (Niggas dyin' now) I'm takin' G6 to feel like I'm on Saturn (I'm on Saturn) I could've leased it, but I cashed out like a scammer (Pluto) From the bottom to the top Made it do what it's supposed to do (Pluto) I came up dirty, now my check right, my money blue (Super) I used to sell it to these junkies, now some time I use (Turn up) Cost a lot of mon-yun, get you don-yun Knocked out your shoes (Woo) I was just a lil' nigga servin' GRAMMYs, yeah (Yeah) I'ma catch the flu from solitary (Yeah, yeah, I swear) It ain't no sleepin' when you legendary (Pluto) My main bitch come secondary (Freebandz) Too many bracelets'll sprain a nigga wrist Comin' from the gutter, never imagined livin' like this Five-thousand shots when I'm at the Pow-Wow with the clique, yeah She gotta be bossed up in order to be my bitch, yeah Them hoes gotta get my mama involved for me to reason I put my brother before the nation They say I'm treason (Wow, wow, wow) I fuck with her energy, spiritually She be keepin' her Bs on (Keep her Bs on) I done gave him a gun while he on the run Brodie a street one (Wow, wow, wow) They stay out the streets, ain't none right here 'Fore you play D1 (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Why you go on the 'Gram bashin' my name knowin' That the streets warm? Told a young nigga when he catch another body Told him to keep goin' Got shot in his neck, they pronounced him dead Brodie breathed strong (Wow, wow, wow) You can be my backbone in rare form I still reject you (Wow, wow, wow) Get back, you a real neighborhood hero, they'll still neglect you I gave the streets more than my own kids, that disrespectful You can't dig this deep in the trenches, you gon' need a shovel I don't want no more adderall caps, medical Data connected with Apple, federal He gave me some pills and a napkin Everything happened is tragic You that mad? Get him in traffic Get a address to say you arrivin' Took a plea deal, gave him eleven He kept it P, so it's Only The Family Too many bracelets'll sprain a nigga wrist Comin' from the gutter, never imagined livin' like this Five-thousand shots when I'm at the Pow-Wow with the clique, yeah She gotta be bossed up in order to be my bitch, yeah Too many bracelets to sprain a nigga wrist (Yeah, yeah) Comin' from the gutter You can't imagine livin' like this (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Five-thousand shots when I'm at the Pow-Wows with my clique, yeah She gotta get dogged out in order to be my bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woah, oh-oh-oh-oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Durk D. Banks, Chandler Tevas Ingram, Darryl Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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