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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Vocals
PlayThatBoiZay
PlayThatBoiZay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Songwriter
Isaiah Loubeau
Isaiah Loubeau
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FNZ
FNZ
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Nathan Burgess
Nathan Burgess
Mixing Engineer
Ronny J
Ronny J
Producer

Lyrics

I'm finna show you fuck niggas how .40 go hell, nigga Straight like that, fuck nigga Oh damn Ronny J, please turn me up Contact, set out, I'ma hold the fort All black, sticks out like I'm Voldemort Lights out, stomped out like a line been short This ain't what you want, better teleport Instant transmission, have your mans missing, plans thicken Way my bands linking, have your clan stricken, hands itching That's the trigger finger, uh, now your spirit linger, uh Hit my Stanley Steamer, uh, sniper with the beamer, uh Cut your line like I'm Hercules, leave you in surgery Leaf and some water, B, bitch, this ain't Aqua Teens Fuck a gun, I'ma go whip his ass Fuck around, have you spinning like tags All these niggas quick to pick up a strap Everlast make a nigga take naps Used to go to sleep, I would hear the blocka, blocka Think it's fireworks but I assume it's a chopper 'Bout to hit that man with the boom, Shaka Laka FN got the scope with the zoom, shotta, shotta I grew up in the city where most people have no goals It's cold-blooded niggas in a place that never snow We'll rob you for your chain, probably pistol whip your ho We carry hollow tips 'cause it reflects what's in my soul, damn Contact, set out, I'ma hold the fort All black, sticks out like I'm Voldemort Lights out, stomped out like a line been short This ain't what you want, better teleport Instant transmission, have your mans missing, plans thicken Way my bands linking, have your clan stricken, hands itching That's the trigger finger, uh, now your spirit linger, uh Hit my Stanley Steamer, uh, sniper with the beamer, uh Prada on my shoes, these ain't red bottoms, headshot 'em Dry in the night with my bat 'cause the feds watching Bitch, I'm from Dade, I do no capping, no lacking Once you get hit, don't know what happened, no flapping Freeze tag, nigga, fuck all my enemies Fuck nigga run up, catching felonies Get the racks for the pack, that's my specialty Hundred round, hit you up, I got seventy Riot, riot, you don't want no violence Silence, silence, tell that boy be quiet Riot, riot, don't make me start a riot Silence, silence, put that boy in silence Riot, riot, don't make me start a riot Silence, silence, put that boy in silence Oh damn Ronny J, please turn me up Blackland, nigga, 66.-motherfuckin'-6
Writer(s): Isaac Deboni, Michael John Mule Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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