Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sdot Go
Vocals
NazGPG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nyshawn Dawson
Lyrics
Shadon Burnell
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sdot Go
Producer
Lyrics
Grrah
Notti bussin'
Grape Street K, I'm lookin' for a cousin
My gun keep showin', bro, I'm buggin'
Over east, I'ma bend through that tunnel
Lex, Lenox, that shit spun through
Try to push up, on G, bet I dust you
Like, when I up, where the fuck you gon' run to?
Come to her crib, I won't delay my duffle
Notti, Dotty, it's a couple
KT, Ray, I smoke both when I hustle
Bet I bend in the snow with my broom, not a shovel
Like, bro made him lay in that puddle
We started bendin', we don't need a huddle
Somebody call him, I think he in trouble
I hit from the back, said I fucked up her bundle, like
Pack her, I ain't tryna cuddle
**** wasn't outside when we was on that block
Hop out that V, I'm tryna flock
Bet you I up on that strip and he drop
Run down, I'm clearin' out the lot
Sweepers, my **** shakin' the spot
What happened to Notti and E With The Dot?
Kaz dissin', I'ma walk up that block
Bro start buggin', flickin' near the cops
You the line? Give me the drop
Like, word to bro, **** flicked on the Flocks
Catch him outside, I'm gettin' on his block
I been flockin' so much, don't know when I'ma stop
What you did? I did a lot
Like, I done had **** duckin' they—
I'll be the last to go by a thot
Lil' bro tryna shoot him, he already shot
Pour Wock', I'm gon' fuck up my phantom
Think that he tough, bullets make him a dancer
Bad knock, this shit a jammer
Get out my ear when I flick, I can't hear them
Knocka barkin', might knock down a panda
.40 so loud, that shit fuck up my—
Like, that shit fuck with my eardrum
I'm throwin' shots, no, they don't want no cancer
Notti bussin'
Grape Street K, I'm lookin' for a cousin
My gun keep showin', bro, I'm buggin'
Over east, I'ma bend through that tunnel
Lex, Lenox, that shit spun through
Try to push up, on G, bet I dust you
Like, when I up, where the fuck you gon' run to?
Come to her crib, I won't delay my duffle
Notti, Dotty, it's a couple
KT, Ray, I smoke both when I hustle
Bet I bend in the snow with my broom, not a shovel
Like, bro made him lay in that puddle
We started bendin', we don't need a huddle
Somebody call him, I think he in trouble
I hit from the back, said I fucked up her bundle, like
Pack her, I ain't tryna cuddle
Written by: A, Larry Hryim, SweepersENT
