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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big B
Big B
Rap
P Yungin
P Yungin
Rap
Vicky Ferri
Vicky Ferri
Programming
Whois7even
Whois7even
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamrein McClay
Kamrein McClay
Songwriter
landen donenfelser
landen donenfelser
Songwriter
Trulondrick Norman
Trulondrick Norman
Songwriter
Victor Ferreira
Victor Ferreira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vicky Ferri
Vicky Ferri
Producer
Whois7even
Whois7even
Producer
Bobby Youngblood
Bobby Youngblood
Mastering Engineer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I go by PY, You play with me you gon' die Zip that pussy lil bitch up and send a nigga high We got bodies you gon' die if you try to take mine I told that pussy close his mouth he had to pay that fine Don't do no tweetin' they walk down and they step with them heaters Dropped out of school and I got rich and I said fuck my teachers Make sure you catch that other boy for speakin' on my people Leave his momma with a tissue, I'm the devil not the reaper It like yeah, yeah Imma catch him and split that lil bitch brain Bitch my heart be full of pain Catch him in that pack that's fasho stains We catch that bitch he gon lose his brain All 50 ain't runnin from law my gang Stupid lil boy die for that fame Coupe lil bitch you just want a name Pull up with them heaters, send that lil bitch to the reaper They know I like blood, so when I see a bitch I'm turning evil Fucked up from rolling up your damn partner He got hit with that nigga Ain't no helicopters bitch that Choppa slidin' through your people I go by PY, You play with me you gon' die Zip that pussy lil bitch up and send a nigga high We got bodies you gon' die if you try to take mine I told that pussy close his mouth he had to pay that fine Don't do no tweetin' they walk down and they step with them heaters Dropped out of school and I got rich and I said fuck my teachers Make sure you catch that other boy for speakin' on my people Leave his momma with a tissue, I'm the devil not the reaper I said fuck the other side, he hung with them and he died Caught him slippin' bust you up but all them bitches should've died Murder business stand on everything I said I ain't gon' lie I had to run em' over, drunk he out that window slangin' fire Nigga shot me, since I shoot back all I know is murder now For some reason I want all them niggas dead I don't know why Tay and queese up in the store, all they want to do is slide They tryna see who get the most bodies before they go inside Who ain't ride? You a lie That's my youngin yeah PY Play with that and this break ties And we gon' make some momma's cry And tryin' to see who next to buy While I sit back and I get high (Haha) Dig em' up I go by PY, You play with me you gon' die Zip that pussy lil bitch up and send a nigga high We got bodies you gon' die if you try to take mine I told that pussy close his mouth he had to pay that fine Don't do no tweetin' they walk down and they step with them heaters Dropped out of school and I got rich and I said fuck my teachers Make sure you catch that other boy for speakin' on my people Leave his momma with a tissue, I'm the devil not the reaper Pull up with them heaters, send that lil bitch to the reaper They know I like blood, so when I see a bitch I'm turning evil Fucked up from rolling up your damn partner He got hit with that nigga Ain't no helicopters bitch that Choppa slidin' through your people
Writer(s): Kamrein Mcclay, Trulondrick Norman, Ruben Luntungan, Victor Ferreira, Landen Donenfelser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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