Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LittleRichh
LittleRichh
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zaire Williams
Zaire Williams
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Maniac made it)
Shoot them again, bro
If you done it, pop it again
Attention, attention, attention
Some of my **** are shooters
Some of my **** is gettin' money
Some of my **** don't fuck with some ****
My circle is red but it's really funny
None of my, uh (none, none)
None of my **** is dug in smoke
If it's up in the stock, won't let it go (at all)
We gon' shoot at them **** to let them know
Gun on the dashboard, fuck the task force
You won't get what you asked for
Take all my money, I snatch more
I want you now for the back door
Why would I mention them **** who mention me?
I'm tryna make them a memory
I gotta stay where the killers be
If you look at the score, we in the league (we in the league)
Free the gang, I got the style
Courts ain't giving them bail
I'm little, I'm frown
That's why I'm givin' them shouts
They think I'm a nice guy 'cause I slick talk
****, don't get me pissed off
I get your whole crew head picked off
I can show you who big dog
I can see a hundred **** get killed
**** ain't no telling who rich or
Went from a little **** to a big boss
I ain't fucking no bitch real (at all)
If the fuckers a couple hundreds, we gon' spend more
I don't care what the fake course
Shout out the other side, they get hit more
They just took my big lost
Why would I speak on the opps?
They saying that I'm too shy
Put an opp in the air, sky
(He gone) fly, bob (he died)
They hate, bully, he sinks, uh
That boy get an intake
Fuck my bitch, I fuck you, it's basic, uh
Spend four ten rotation
I ain't no little ****, but I'm little ****
So I keep me at four fifth
I ain't no bully ****, but I bully ****
When I'm shooting no offense
I done seen a couple **** turn snake
I done seen real **** turn fake
I done had bitches lying to my face
Dip on a feller, right, he's just a race
Whenever the shot's fired, we gon' shoot back
But you already know that (boom)
She told me her ex-**** was a dutch bag
So I bought her a new bag
I had her out for the win
I'ma shoot him again
Roll for thirty, he pop it again
Now he ready to spin (spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin)
(Now he ready to spin, free action)
(Now he ready to spin, free action)
(Too tired, too sturdy, free action)
(Just take action)
(Free action)
(Yo, free 'em, can't hold 'em)
Written by: Little Richh, Zaire Williams
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