Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SkipSkool
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TRAPP R.G
Songwriter
Brick G
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neal & Alex
Producer
Lyrics
Nah, how you turn your back on me
Thought you was bro, Hmmm
I even heard you was talkin now
Movin sheisty out here huh
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Shake that, shake that, get it
Movin weight like the 80's
All white Slim Shady
I got opps tryna play me
But I could never let it faze me
Huntin' em down
Makin' the rounds
Collectin' on debts
Feds let me out
Whole load of snakes
Im sendin' the hounds
Whole load of jakes
They stakin' us out
When I thought I was out
They pullin' me back in
If they sendin' shots
There gotta be a reaction
Been through hell I can't lie
I don't talk I don't cry
All of my cribs been broke in
I know they just must be jokin'
Broke Boys what they hoping
Haaa like what is you smokin'
While I was locked up in a cell, huh?
But that case still open
Thinkin I'm dumb like I got a stash at one of the spots
Of course I got cash but none of my cash could ever get got
Of course I got opps but none of my opps they ever had guap
Of course there's feds but none of the feds they ever found rocks
I love my lawyer, love my gang, I love my squad
I love my fam, you fuck with them you gettin' shot
I love my gualla love the grind I love the block
Should Level up 'n love myself before I drop
Ay, ay
Latenight, haulin
Take risks, all in
Grab that, sell It
Shake that, get it
Movin weight like the 80's
All white Slim Shady
I got opps tryna play me
But I could never let it faze me
Huntin' em down
Makin' the rounds
Collectin' on debts
Feds let me out
Whole load of snakes
Im sendin' the hounds
Whole load of jakes
They stakin' us out
When I thought I was out
They pullin' me back in
If they sendin' shots
There gotta be a reaction
On the move never lazy
Owe me bands betta pay me
I get the money an' ladies
Forgot her name, call her baby
I turned my back an' you play me
Bite the hand that feed you
Boy tryna beef with me
I'm on a whole different schedule
I'm that type that goin be loyal till I die
Used to call me brother but I guess you must've lied
Thought that you was thoro but you out here switchin' sides
Call your baby mama and she told me she gone slide, Ay
I love my lawyer, love my gang, I love my squad
I love my fam, you fuck with them you gettin' shot
I love my gualla love the grind I love the block
Should Level up 'n love myself before I drop
Ay, ay,
Latenight, haulin
Take risks, all in
Grab that, sell It
Shake that, get it
Movin weight like the 80's
All white Slim Shady
I got opps tryna play me
But I could never let it faze me
Huntin' em down
Makin' the rounds
Collectin' on debts
Feds let me out
Whole load of snakes
Im sendin' the hounds
Whole load of jakes
They stakin' us out
When I thought I was out
They pullin' me back in
If they sendin' shots
There gotta be a reaction
Writer(s): Milo Going
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