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Herbert R Wright
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Dwan Avary
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Herbert R Wright
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Durk Banks
Songwriter
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Dy Krazy
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DY Krazy, uh
Uh (let's get it)
I been gangbangin' since a kid, that's how we live
So I seen bloodshed before Red Snow
And that's just how that go
Nobody out here wanna use they head
So that's why I hit a fly out to go
Said he ain't never ever gonna amount
To shit, but look, nigga a rider, though
Had a couple niggas on our hit list so we ride with four
And I ain't give a fuck if it's Christmas, I was outside for sure
We on one, pop out, roll up
Movin' quick, gotta get a SIG, like, hol' up
Gettin' a kit, used to pour a six or four up
Niggas bitches, war time, we was watchin' 'em fold up
And if the feds ever grabbed my fuckin' folder
I'ma stay a soldier
I ain't gon' snitch on no one
So therefore, I ain't puttin' myself in this situation no more
I waited long to get where I'm at, I ain't gotta be patient no more
Oh, you gangster?
Nigga, you think you gangster?
Do some gangster shit
On the strip, same niggas I hung with who claimin' it
I was hoppin' out the backseat of that Chevy, aimin' it
And now I'm worth some M's, I'm dangerous
Your bitch love to fuck me, hit the liquor and start thankin' it
It say they got my face on Belaire, so that's why she drinkin' it
Landin', bought a pint of drink, it was fuckin' up my pancreas
It's 6 a.m. in the stu' in the A, me and DY smokin' some stinky shit
Shot at me last night, I'm angry
So I woke up flamin' shit
Nigga got caught on a date, now all his homies blame his bitch
Everybody talkin' 'bout I changed and shit
You the one that changed, bitch
Matter of fact, nigga, I did change, shit
I ain't have no chains then
Crib like I was livin' in a den
Came and count my dividends
Now I'm legal, I can spend it then
Now my closet, my kitchen big
I ain't even tryna miss your call
I just been on some busy shit
On the phone with executives, I wanna hear it
Ain't even thinkin' 'bout me gettin' rich, uh
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
(Just me hear out) and we runnin' all the checks up
I'm tryna see where the 29 bag at
How Durk gon' put on this bitch
Go on Google to put on a switch
Told bro I wanna be rich
But I started takin' Percs, it's givin' me a itch
They don't want me to be on that block no more
Don't rap 'bout the opps no more
You can't complain, that's how I am
Just tell them don't get shot no more
These niggas ain't beefin'
Throw in the towel
He told me he vegan
I don't even try to stop the violence
No more, 'cause Chino died at the meetin'
Man, get the fuck out my face
I was duckin' a federal case
He went to Iowa and got him a dub, 'cause that was a federal state
All that beef shit your big homie did in a year, we did in a month
And I drop some tears for all them
Years, for bro 'n' 'em, I can't stunt
I was pissed off at my lawyer, me and Von ain't do shows in months
I can't blame the judge and state's attorney
'Cause both of them voted for Trump
And that shit you said about us
We ain't hear that from no bitch mouth
From the 'Raq, where the killers don't ask for a discount
And all the killers get blicked down
Two bedroom, no big house
Warning shots get sent out
Cocky lil' nigga with my dick out
Bitch
Writer(s): Dwan Avery, Durk Banks, Herbert Randall Wright
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