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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
Zachary Foster
Zachary Foster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Foster
Foster
Producer
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Manohmanfoster
Manohmanfoster
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah In the studio, shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (M-M-M-Murda) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, the youngest to do it, a teen (young) I'm shootin' my shot like Kareem (yeah) My niggas ball like LeBron, yeah, we got the ring Ayy (yeah), he think that a young nigga lackin' (no) I'll turn this bitch into a thriller like my name was Michael Jackson (hee-hee) Yeah, yeah, Glock on my lap in traffic Roll down the window, you know that I'm blastin' Just like Denzel, all about action (bitch) You thought I had luggage because I be packin' She givin' me brain while the young nigga laid up I'm a big dawg, nigga better get his weight up (rr) Last opp got whacked, he met his maker Put nut on her face like it was some makeup (yeah, yeah) Click-clack, ra-ta-tat .223's through your back, yeah Yeah, bitch, I ball like I'm Giannis, uh, yeah, ayy My clip, it hold about a hundred, yeah, yeah, ayy We at your head just like a bonnet, yeah, yeah Ayy, that murder shit is what we livin' for 20 shots, ten down I caught him lackin' at the corner store (yeah) You say that I'm not killin', but you don't even know me, though (bitch) Bitch, I put a hole up in your head just like a Cheerio (yeah, yeah) Click-clack, ra-ta-tat .223's through your back, yeah Click-clack, ra-ta-tat, yeah, yeah I'm goin' in for my niggas in cells Fuck the judge, they won't give 'em no bail They sayin' I'm hot, I'm hotter than Hell They playin' my songs on top of the jail, yeah Brand-new ice on the brand-new watch in the brand new drop-top (yeah, yeah) Just left VLIVE with a new stripper, that's a brand new thot-thot (yeah, yeah) Take her to the crib, I'm all in her guts, I'm givin' her backshots (yeah, yeah) I fucked her so good, she turned around, and she thought I had two cocks (yeah, yeah) Click-clack, ra-ta-tat .223's through your back, huh
Writer(s): Zachary D Foster, Shane Lindstrom, Bryson Potts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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