Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BBG Steppaa
BBG Steppaa
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Francis
Kenneth Francis
Composer
Barrett Strong
Barrett Strong
Composer
Ty-Ron Douglas
Ty-Ron Douglas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buddah Bless
Buddah Bless
Producer
Nick Cavalieri
Nick Cavalieri
Mastering Engineer
Ravi Lad
Ravi Lad
Engineer
Mike Thompson
Mike Thompson
Engineer
Brian Nunez
Brian Nunez
Engineer

Lyrics

Ian gone lie, imma top opp fasho
I know half of Newark they wan’ kill me
Ian gone hide, I keep a strap fasho
Make it hard for these n***** to drill me
We on that side, baby I love you
but we bout to run up in them n***** building
We lost a lot boutta make sure they feel me
Walk down click steel til it’s empty
Y’all cannot beef with my side y’all broke
Can’t wait to catch dada imma let it blow
Brodie Brodie fucked nana he cuffin a hoe
Weather not a problem still slide through the snow
Beef getting hot make him run on his bro
Sent the drop to his bitch green light mean go
We on they block green light big pole
Boys hot on a fuck that skip through
I think I spot me a real big group
I ain’t gone lie, I’ma top opp fasho
I know half of Newark, they wan’ kill me
Ian gone hide, I keep a strap fasho
Make it hard for these n***** to drill me
We on that side, baby I love you
But we bout to run up in them n***** building
We lost a lot, boutta make sure they feel me
Walk down click steel til it’s empty
Y’all cannot beef with my side y’all broke
Can’t wait to catch DaDa I’ma let it blow
Brodie Brodie fucked nana he cuffin’ a hoe
Weather not a problem still slide through the snow
Beef getting hot make him run on his bro
Sent the drop to his bitch green light mean go
We on they block green light, big pole
Boys hot on a fuck that skip through
I think I spot me a real big group
Can’t miss pick one, fuck that pick two
All headshots we ain’t aiming for boots
Pop door walk down let it blow like a flute
Them n***** be on the internet cappin’
Tryin’ spin break ‘em up like a fraction
My opps stay in them bats stay mackin’
No he ain’t bring it home what happen
Brodie got hit in his dome wit a blaster
Put him right in a church wit a pastor
No youn’ wanna get done like the last one
We be steppin’ on shit with a passion
I ain’t gone lie, I’ma top opp fasho
I know half of Newark, they wan’ kill me
Ian gone hide, I keep a strap fasho
Make it hard for these n***** to drill me
We on that side, baby I love you
But we bout to run up in them n***** building
We lost a lot, boutta make sure they feel me
Walk down click steel til it’s empty
N***** stay tryin’ land shots at my brain
But my bitch a rider she knowin’ the game
I get behind ha ain’t comin’ to play
Wanna rewind think bout the dick all day
She a lul thick so it bounce when we play
And I hit wit my stick trust a bitch no way
And I’ma crip she gon’ throw up the gang
That’s the wettest it get babygirl kno ha name
She know the n***** out here they be fiening to nerf shit
And she screaming my name when I hit it I beat it she bursting
I’m Squeezing all on ha hair made ha weave it on purpose
And the way shawty eat up the dick she gone need ha a birkin
And I don’t always see when you hit me I’m sleeping or working
Always give you the 100 percent me I see you in person
Always give me somebody to vent to that I need it for certain
And between everybody I pick you to travel the earth with
Pick up the mood she right on my side while I’m doin work shit
Keep me a tool she like why you got it the Glock what I worship
And if them n***** hidin I make ha heheh the drop tryn’ hurt shit
And if he tryn box grab chop we gone do em’ like Durk friend
Ian gone lie imma top opp fasho and know half of Newark they wan’ kill me
Ian gone hide I keep a strap fasho make it hard for these n***** to drill me
We on that side baby I love you but we bout to run up in them n***** building
We lost a lot boutta make sure they feel me
Walk down click steel til it’s empty
Written by: Barrett Strong, Kenneth Francis, Ty-Ron Douglas
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