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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billy Billions
Billy Billions
Vocals
V9
V9
Vocals
Morts
Morts
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billy Billions
Billy Billions
Songwriter
V9
V9
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wiz
Wiz
Engineer
Sean D
Sean D
Mastering Engineer
jordanwtf
jordanwtf
Producer
Morts
Morts
Producer
TYQUILMADETHIS
TYQUILMADETHIS
Producer

Lyrics

Morts, I choose you Mhmm, ay come 'ere Hands on my heart, won't do you wrong (I promise) Unless you're an opp (fuck) And hands on my heart, I'm tryin' (mmm) Sometimes it feels long (it's long) See them, gotta do man wrong (I do) With my Anglo Arms, tear through garms (Bankai) Right or wrong, I'll get man gone (mmm) Pop this door, watch hella man run (ay, come 'ere) Buss, slap corn, tell him duss Grab the shotgun, blow away his guts (grr, baow) Run man down, let me juice that up (ay come 'ere) Stand still if I slap this gun Don't get hit by the gun, it's nuts Psych, come firm this one (ay, come 'ere) You're the chosen one (bow) Don't get caught with a loaded gun (grr, bow) Get hit in your head, turn dumb (turn dumb) I'm stunned, he survived (survived) That's nuts, and for the homeboy, turned runts (stabbed) I was pissed as fuck Let that go, it's calm (it's calm) Let's go again and creep in the dark Look at the light when it sparks (grr, baow) I'm in the back of the dinger on volts Tryna flag down a pole I'm always putting my strikers on roads They can't be hitting the post (tally) Solicitor tellin' me I need to ghost I'm really doing the most (tally) Mama told me that she got diagnosed But it wasn't her time to go Heart cold like December I want death no surrender (oh) You my brother not a member Put the buj in a blender (oh, tally) Keep your sprayers, I don't rent out I don't even like to lend out (oh, tally) Me and bro's in Barca Got the call we had to send out Keep chattin' 'til we roll up (hello) Hole in one like a donut (baow, baow) Backwoods settings, get rolled up (mhmm) Brand new wap is a super soaker (mow) They ducking when we roll up That's gang in a motor Put him in a roller I need some closure I need some closure (I do) Hole shaped round like Motorola (mhmm) Do man over, run him over (ay) Run up to him game over (gone) Game over, I don't know what came over me In the dinger, bro chauffeured me There ain't no controllin' me (you're gone) There's no controlling me like Hulk (mhmm) Smash heads and ghost (I'm gone) E9 legend, I'm a G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.) Retro steppers on volts (mhmm) Brand new wap bro, serious smoke (grr, bow) Tap it, tap it, let's go (let's go) Wait, stop, tap, let's go (I'm gone) They love off the net, some hoes (gems) Bullet hole make a grown man choke Make a young boy sing (mhmm) Reach and you receive (receive) That's shots to your face and knees (baow) If bullets get spread, I'd better have my tape It's cool, he can live another day like Bond Don't get put in a pond (don't) Samurai sword, put it through man's top (samurai) Bad one clingy, handting glizzy (glee) I make her sing like Drizzy (baow) Gang got thingys on top of thingys Don't get shot with your lizzy (grrah, grrah) Traphouse giddy, wokhouse giddy I run the fuckin' committee (I really do) We floodin' the wings in HMP 'Til gang ride back home with me I'm sendin' broski the keys I need my brothers released Got man that are ridin' them birds for me I'm sending postals every week I keep a mash 'cause it's peak Banked on rights, I'll never speak Keep going hard for the team Bitch, I'm a boss in these streets Keep chatting 'til we roll up (hello) Hole in one like a donut (baow, baow) Backwoods settings, get rolled up (mhmm) Brand new wap is a super soaker They ducking when we roll up That's gang in a motor Put him in a roller I need some closure I need some closure (I do) Hole shaped round like Motorola Do man over, run him over (ay) Run up to him game over (you're gone) Game over, I don't know what came over me In the dinger, bro chauffeured me There ain't no controlling me (you're gone)
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