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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Lil Poppa
Vocals
Stunna 4 Vegas
Stunna 4 Vegas
Vocals
Roland Hannah
Roland Hannah
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roland Hannah
Roland Hannah
Songwriter
Janarious Wheeler
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter
Khalick Caldwell
Khalick Caldwell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PlutoBrazy
PlutoBrazy
Producer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

All the real niggas getting murdered, I hope I don't die the same way But I ain't worried them youngins spinning the same day I wasn't surprise my nigga died with the same K And just 'cause they on live all outside them niggas ain't safe A hundred hoes in this bitch and they finna get hit the gang way She fascinated at how they hit, she keep asking me what my chain say And if a nigga get to tripping, we wet this bitch up the rain way On the ground where his head lay tryna see what his brain think 'Cause I done turned into a fiend done started popping them everyday Aye what the fuck you niggas mean, we rolling different opps in every J My brother hate you then it's fuck ya, yeah I go whenever Quez say Hold up let me switch the topic before I say some shit that Quez say What that is in your pocket? 100's, 20's, 50's I keep fucking up my count, goddamn I'm tripping He got a bankroll on him, yeah that's probably why he limping And he know all the hoes want him That's why he fucking all the bitches Girl, what your name is? Keisha, Lisha, Brittany My lil' gutta bitch she with it, she know we don't do no kissing They say them young niggas got chops and the Glocks extended Better duck when they go to hitting 'cause they don't do no missing I'ma leave it in the streets, fuck a mention What is beef? We clear the smoke Let me know if it's some tension My lil' hitta cut throat, he say his trigger finger itching We ain't never duck smoke, I'm tryna get rid of them bitches I just put a ten on a nigga Percocet 10's in my body, I'm trippin' Shawty eat the dick up like a video vixen Spin a nigga block 'til every gun empty And we won't leave no witness, no we don't do no missing Fire in yo' face, I'm tryna knock a nigga nose off I know we dumping out the gate, 'cause my killa think he O'Dawg I put dick all in her face and I make shawty take her clothes off Plenty hoes like Flava Flav, I line 'em up and do a roll call What that is in your pocket? 100's, 20's, 50's I keep fucking up my count, goddamn I'm tripping He got a bankroll on him, yeah that's probably why he limping And he know all the hoes want him That's why he fucking all the bitches Girl, what your name is? Keisha, Lisha, Brittany My lil' gutta bitch she with it, she know we don't do no kissing They say them young niggas got chops and the Glocks extended Better duck when they go to hitting 'cause they don't do no missing
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