制作

出演艺人
Blac Youngsta
Blac Youngsta
声乐
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
声乐
Hitman Audio
Hitman Audio
编程
Rasta Rebelz
Rasta Rebelz
编程
作曲和作词
Sammie Benson
Sammie Benson
词曲作者
Gregory Sanders Jr.
Gregory Sanders Jr.
词曲作者
Ezekiel Henry
Ezekiel Henry
词曲作者
Julien Anderson
Julien Anderson
词曲作者
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
词曲作者
Christopher A. Pearson
Christopher A. Pearson
词曲作者
Demario White
Demario White
词曲作者
Robert Gullatt
Robert Gullatt
词曲作者
制作和工程
Hitman Audio
Hitman Audio
制作人
Rasta Rebelz
Rasta Rebelz
制作人
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
混音工程师
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
母带工程师

歌词

[Verse 1]
I was raised on McMillan
Keep actin' like I'm retarded, pussy ass ****, you know what I'm sayin'
Keep actin' like I ain't like y'all ain't been seen me shoot that motherfuckin' fire, ****
You know what I'm sayin', every **** that played with me died, pussy
[Verse 2]
Gang, gang, gang, big stepper, you can't do no show in my city
Yeah, yeah, rich get pussy, you know we gon' shoot them glock
Hand off them shots and we catch 'em
I'm brought up on murder shit, that murder shit my profession (Gang, gang)
I try keepin' that shit professional, but them **** test me (Okay)
That lil promo run you doin' on me, get you left in the desert (Promo)
I know blood gon' shoot that fire 'cause he retarded, he special (Brrt)
I know cuz gon' take some out for me quick, why he a professional (Facts)
Last **** shot at me, that shit didn't go successful
Free my Charles partner, he got caught up with a dirty K
I'm the godfather, know them bloods gon' move whenever I say
Pussy ****, I'ma stand all over you shit with this dirty drink (Brrt)
You know I know where your mammy stay and where your brother stay (Bitch)
I buy guns up out the store and shoot on my opps every day (Brrt)
I don't tolerate no pistol play, boy, you'll get shot in the face (Whew, woo)
I just dodged my case
[Verse 3]
Murder on my, murder on my, murder on my mind
Been whackin' **** in the city, 'fore I whackin' **** out of town
I can't keep up with your bodies, you in lost and found (Found)
I can't keep up with that pussy, she in lost and found (Found)
You found it yet?
[Verse 4]
He say, give no fucks 'bout what they say (Gang, gang)
Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (Hrrt)
Green light, shoot that bitch while he on red (Bow)
BSI, he a rat, that's what I read (Gang, gang)
First degree, you know all my opps, they dead (Gang)
If they not, swear to god they gon' be dead
I swear to god!
What you finna do
Watch this
[Verse 5]
Go 'head and leave some, bitch, this blow me down as you around
She probably need some bitch, I ain't trippin' on no label, bitch
I'm doin' fiend numbers and I got that green comin'
Everywhere like hot spot
Shoot a **** dead, and she don't do no drive by
Top five, dead or alive-live
Free skeet, **** bang, but they don't slang, I'm yellin', free Meech
Dive in her, knee deep, yeah, ****, big fours
I was probably out here slangin' while you was getttin' phones
Got a lame, sent her home, bitch you with the gang now
I don't care who I have to show, just get my chain out
Left shit the road, the same route
Seventy-five, Main South
Sell the lines, two-fifty (Red)
What you need?
[Verse 6]
Gang, gang, gang
Still on that murder shit (Gang, gang)
Depending on how good the vibe is, I might murder shit (Pew, pew)
I see the opps, I turn this clean stick to a dirty stick (Hrrt)
You run up on me, I shoot you down, don't give a fuck who you is (No)
Young ****, he pullin' up in this dump truck and shooting sticks
My chopper got a cooler kit, I'm on that shooter shit
Went against the gang, boy, you got hit up, you thought you was slick (Fuck)
I'm on that cut throat, South Memphis shit, that shit get you killed (Hrrt)
How could your posse go 'gainst me when I taught you off the rip?
I know three **** beneath me that's reachin' for my chip
My cousin died, my **** died, so I can't slip (So I can't slip)
I told my bitch 'fore she go to bed, put on that silk (Put on that silk)
Can't buy your dope from me in person, I'm gon' ship (I'm gon' ship)
You know this glock on my hip come with hollow tips (Brrt)
Even though I sip, the doctors told me "Do not sip," but I still sip
I bet you this chopper make you flip, you gon' still slip (Gang, gang, gang)
Before I met T-Cannon, he was a crip and he still crip
I bust down my AP just like Tip, it's a field trip (Fuck Youngsta)
[Verse 7]
He say, give no fucks 'bout what they say (Gang, gang)
Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (Hrrt)
Green light, shoot that bitch while he on red (Bow)
BSI, he a rat, that's what I read (Gang, gang)
First degree, you know all my opps, they dead (Gang)
If they not, swear to god they gon' be dead
I swear to god!
Written by: Sammie Benson, Gregory Sanders Jr., Ezekiel Henry, Julien Anderson, Dion Hayes
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