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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Akindeji Kehinde
Songwriter
Michael Itemuagbor
Songwriter
Annii Okonkwo
Songwriter
Tochi Maka
Songwriter
Lyrics
Pow Pow Pow Pow
From the six to the trenches we really outside
You shittin me
Y'all know the fucking vibes
Y'all not outside like Y'all say ya is
Rest in Peace Pop Smoke
Grr
Jism go get 'em
Eye for an eye (eye for an eye)
Hands in the sky (hands in the sky)
Shooters in line (shoot shoot)
Letting it fly (ayyy)
Eye for an eye (eye for an eye)
Hands in the sky (hands in the sky)
Shooters in line (shoot shoot)
Letting it fly (ayy)
Green light
Green light
Yeah I got 'em in my sight (Got 'em)
Fist fight
Fist fights
Imma hit 'em with the right (Knockout)
Just like any other night
Niggas coming for ya life (Who)
Better aim for the head
In the red now you dead (Dead)
Yeah RIP to Pop (Smoke)
Yeah he made this shit pop
Wooo never Gon stop (Woooo)
We gon meet you up top
All the rhymes I'm spitting
And my piece still hitting
Opps come when you winning
So my niggas stay hittin
Eye for an eye (eye for an eye)
Hands in the sky (hands in the sky)
Shooters in line (shoot shoot)
Letting it fly (ayy)
Eye for an eye (eye for an eye)
Hands in the sky (hands in the sky)
Shooters in line (shoot shoot)
Letting it fly (ayy)
Hand on my heart (on God)
You niggas ain't really outside (Nah)
Send the addy and I slide
Hear the growl from the rear of the ride (grrrr)
I feel like Dennis the Menace (I am)
Double the trouble quadruple the credit (flip it)
Shoot for the starts, the sky ain't the limit (gone!)
Ain't about money I gotta forget it (gotta forget it)
Yeah I'm all bout the digits (yessir)
We really get it my niggas they with it (uh huh)
Don't get distracted by lil bitty bitches
it's time to party she flashing her titties
(God is my witness)
Sealing the deal with immaculate finish
Pockets on swole I'm good on my fitness
It's time to roll I move with my hittas
Always on Go! Okay then let's get it!
Eye for an eye (eye for an eye)
Hands in the sky (hands in the sky)
Shooters in line (shoot shoot)
Letting it fly (ayy)
Eye for an eye (eye for an eye)
Hands in the sky (hands in the sky)
Shooters in line (shoot shoot)
Letting it fly (ayy)
Fuck we talking bout bets
We ain't pulling up sets
We sending up guys (sending up guys)
Still be hunting them cheques
My niggas all up
We pulling outside (pulling outside)
I open the door just a little
She call back
She want me to slide (want me to slide)
Nasty little freak
She in love with the money
She knowing my vibe (knowing my vibe)
I'm eye to eye with a bad bitch
She a portrait
She be looking so HD (so HD)
No conspiracy
Got an alien tin foil head
Running over me (looking at tiger)
And the last party
Felt like a combine
The way they running brain like athletes (looking like athlete)
And I'm raising my hand above high
Hitting that bitch
Cause it's shoutout to wooskie
I'm shouting out to the woo yeah
Eye for an eye (eye for an eye)
Hands in the sky (hands in the sky)
Shooters in line (shoot shoot)
Letting it fly (ayy)
Eye for an eye (eye for an eye)
Hands in the sky (hands in the sky)
Shooters in line (shoot shoot)
Letting it fly (ayy)
Ayy Gang shit you know how this shit go
Got shooters on payroll
Rest in Peace Pop Smoke
Grrr
Writer(s): Michael Itemuagbor, Annii Okonkwo, Akindeji Kehinde, Tochukwu Maka
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