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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
Rocket Da Goon
Rocket Da Goon
Vocals
Chris King
Chris King
Vocals
Fourtyeight
Fourtyeight
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rocket Da Goon
Rocket Da Goon
Composer
Christopher Cheeks, Jr.
Christopher Cheeks, Jr.
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White IV
Michael Lamar White IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fourtyeight
Fourtyeight
Producer

Lyrics

We need some people that'll kill for us We need some people that'll die for us We need some bitches that's gone ride for us Because this shit is so dangerous This life I'm living, so dangerous The people around me, so dangerous The drugs around me, so dangerous This money on me, so dangerous This life I chose this shit get dangerous I'm doing so much drugs I know this shit get dangerous I'm hanging with the dope boys, you can't hang with us When I'm going through some things baby fill up my cup Please just leave me alone, I want to be in my zoneIn the studio late night, I don't even pick up my phone Pulling up to the crib, paranoid one in the dome Spinnin' the block two times, make sure you don't follow me home Politicking on a ticket me and my niggas trying to get it He said he want a chicken, I told him don't think about it, my nigga just get it Whatever you with, I'm with it, you already know that I'm with the big homie's right now and they trying to dress like Kodak I'm sipping on lean, I'm floatin' I pop me a Percocet I get in my emotions You don't know where I been or where I'm going I'm on Pluto right now, I'm focused We need some people that'll kill for us We need some people that'll die for us We need some bitches that's gone ride for us Because this shit is so dangerous This life I'm living, so dangerous The people around me, so dangerous The drugs around me, so dangerous This money on me, so dangerous They don't know I'm strange enough too play with guns The thing was, when cops come put your bangers up Your favorite model paid to fuck, you're rollin' on they lacing yours with angel dust Spray em up you say too much Graveyard shifted a nigga he late too much Pull a pin from a hand grenade and feed it to him looking like he ate too much, God damn Slime bucket on your snotty nose Quick kick left his body froze Seventeen inside the boot Like my nigga's off of Holly Grove Fuck my blunt, I never got it rolled You walking lick and you a pot of gold I be sippin' on lean till my body fall Fucking with rock is my hobby though Put your body where nobody knows You owing me,[?] Come out you fuck boy, what you hidin' for Your funeral, soon[?] She give me good head like a honor roll And I got some good weed that Imma' roll I am a king you should honor the most Stick to the script they didn't get a code Sippin' on Wock but you know we don't run out of Tech Rocking Air Force 1's while gripping the Tec, that's a Nike Tec Phoneline tapped, feds love to intercept Hanging with the real right, get hit with the left If you come to disrespect We need some people that'll kill for us We need some people that'll die for us We need some bitches that's gone ride for us Because this shit is so dangerous This life I'm living, so dangerous The people around me, so dangerous The drugs around me, so dangerous This money on me, so dangerous
Writer(s): Michael Lamar Ii White, Christopher Stacy Jr. Cheeks, Rocket Da Goon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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