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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Dameon Sean Hughes
Dameon Sean Hughes
Songwriter
Raphael Udo III
Raphael Udo III
Songwriter
Steven Greenberg
Steven Greenberg
Songwriter
Xavier Barrios
Xavier Barrios
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
DracoKid
DracoKid
Producer
Project X
Project X
Producer
Superstar O.
Superstar O.
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Ayy, ayy, ayy Try to run from the switch, we catch him (come here) Dumbass ain't make it too far Whole lot of shots in the car Brrt, brrt, brrt, I shoot 'til tomorrow (tomorrow) I didn't know how to shoot, I was learnin' (I was learnin') Target practice was on they squad (squad) I was gone on a spiritual journey, now I'm back sendin' niggas to God Give him more shots, he ain't had enough (nope) Only give head taps, so he better duck (duck) Opp pack, roll him up, then take a puff (puff) He'll still be alive, you ain't gas him up (up) We don't shoot through doors, no way (no way) Hit the window, for sure he DOA (he DOA) Still hit a nigga block with a throwaway (throwaway) Catch him, beat him 'til the gun break (gun break) Leg shot, stanky leg, welcome to funky town No aim (mm) when I spray (mm), why? Got a hundred round (hundred) Rich nigga with a bougie dick, yeah, I'm quick to turn a bad bitch down (turn her down) Back then, hoes didn't want me, Mike Jones, what about now Play pussy, then you fucked, okay (okay) Any minute, havin' shit my way (my way) Stand on everything that I say (I say) God can strike me here today (today) Fresh as hell, might strike a pose If they right, I'll suck her toes Good dick made her ditch her Rolls Fuck her 'til she pigeon-toed Wait 'til we see you (come here), walk 'em down (do it) Wait 'til we see you (come here), walk 'em down (do it) Why would we miss you? It's a hundred round Why would we miss you? It's a hundred round I was just fuckin' a bitch, you was lovin' a bitch I ain't cuffin' no bitch, I ain't trustin' no bitch He ain't duckin' this switch, if I hit it, it glitch I want him on the pit with a sack 'til it miss I ain't runnin' from shit, in the mix like some grits Need a new wig how I'm stiff on a bitch Ayy, swerve it, Hellcat, we curve the curbing 'Cause we put niggas on jerseys (on jerseys) She a BBL away from gettin' fucked, got buns surgery (surgery) Don't come around, we dirty But'll clean a nigga in a hurry (hurry) My lil' nigga send you up (up) off a few Skittles and a Perky (damn) These bitches know how I play it (play it) Ayy, fuck my ex, she dead (dead) Don't ask if one in the head (huh) That's like askin', "Is what's-his-name dead" (what) Duh, nigga Talkin' tough 'til a slug hit him (baow) Bullets hit him, make love with him Wait 'til we see you, walk 'em down Wait 'til we see you, walk 'em down Why would we miss you? It's a hundred round Why would we miss you? It's a hundred round Leg shot, stanky leg, welcome to funky town No aim when I spray, why? Got a hundred round Rich nigga with a bougie dick, yeah, I'm quick to turn a bad bitch down Back then, hoes didn't want me, Mike Jones, what about now
Writer(s): Dameon Sean Hughes, Bryson Lashun Potts, Steve Greenberg, Xavier Barrios, Raphael Udo Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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