Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
M Row
M Row
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Rowe
Michael Rowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WhoRunIt Records
WhoRunIt Records
Producer

Lyrics

Any block, it was lit where we always had victims Three opps died, lost bro to the system Had him duckin' his head, I was mad that I missed him Maneuver, I know he mad that I blitzed him Fuck the opp nigga bitch, then she went back and kissed him I'm keeping shit P cause' I dead coulda dissed him Lil' Shh- got shot, then, hopped nigga swished him I still can't believe to this day, we ain't spliff him Lil' Jay, why you troll me all over that live Better ask what I did to B-Rose Can't wait 'til the day that I see Jay5ive Used to be on my block ridin' 'round with fake poles I won't еven lie, used to bе on they side I was jacking my F all the time, free the bros Can't jack all them niggas, I think it's my pride Niggas been knew the vibes and the side that I chose Anytime they send addy, I know that I went Like, how many shots did I send? Free Smooth Shine, clear crowds when we bend Flick out the V, you can't see we got tints Five percent, to prevent Cameras, action, you know how we get He got shot in his back, he tripped on cement He ain't die, it wasn't meant All that shit that y'all say in y'all tracks, it don't matter We drenchin' yall whip, windows shatter Check the Citizen app, I just made niggas scatter I really get active, don't care for the chatter Brown skin bitch, let me beat up her bladder She think her ass gettin' fatter Stallion bitch, I'm climbin' that ladder She know I got rizz when I notice her fashion Blitzin', no hips, we got on the limb 'cause we always equipped Free B-Rah Fetti, my favorite Crip Anytime, it was lit, we was takin' that trip Saw shh in the spot, you know he got ripped Had a bad day, sad case, go get a grip Don't run, don't die, keep a chop, don't slip Y'all always gon' hide fists balled in y'all whip I'm playin' they music, yelling out "Sweep!" First one look back, he get shot up from deep Watch how I creep, oh, he ain't peep Bullets gon' burn him, they put him to sleep Shit's hit different, hollows ain't cheap Bouncing his body, collapsed, he was weak Was choking on blood, he can't even speak But I won't say his name, they gon' say I'm a tweak Sdot Go, boy needa stop, you ain't never did shit on my block Got spanked by the goat, took that on a hop Always rap how you been up on drills wit' the chop Relly shit trash, nigga is popped He ain't never get back since the day he got shot Got hit up, can't get up, heard that he dropped He don't play ball, man, that nigga a flop
Writer(s): Michael Rowe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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