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PVO E
PVO E
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SSGKobe
SSGKobe
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Slump6s
Slump6s
Vocals
Xhulooo
Xhulooo
Vocals
Yung Fazo
Yung Fazo
Vocals
tana
tana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arturo LaMotta
Arturo LaMotta
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Fazan Munshi
Fazan Munshi
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Namil Bridges
Namil Bridges
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Semaj Nelson
Semaj Nelson
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Steven Lewis Jr
Steven Lewis Jr
Lyrics
Tyreek Solomon Pellerin
Tyreek Solomon Pellerin
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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maajins
Maajins
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prod.mudd
prod.mudd
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I'ma tell y'all what i said, bro, he's versatile He's most likely to fully blow up, very fast And very soon because he's versatile Um, he can do anything on any beat, bro Yeah, yeah, woah, woah Yeah, yeah, woah, woah Yeah, yeah, woah, woah Yeah, yeah, woah, woah I-i-i-i-i'm with my twin finna blow me a bag up in Louis Then go cop a crib on the North side 1500, that's the gang, no , I can not switch on my brothers lil' bro, Stay on your side Shawty be speakin' a whole 'nother language, She says that Santana not human, Of course not We finna put that lil' boy in the grave, And if he make a sound then he gettin' his corpse shot Shawty said, "Tana, you socially anti?" and i told her, "No, girl, i'm antisocial" I-i-i-i-i don't like being 'round people sometimes, So the public keep sayin' i'm anti-local Shawty told me that she keep gettin' wet like Every time that she hear my vocals Pull out my chopper, I'm shootin' at you and your gang 'til that chopper start jammin', It's over She say that she from Jamaica, So i switch up for a second and put on the bongos I feel like Dami 'cause i take your shawty and put in that work, I ain't talkin' trabajo If he want smoke then we light up his Honda Civic Like that boy had a ride through Chicago He talkin' down so i call up my brothers To shoot that lil' boy with the whole semi-auto I-i-i-i-i-i'm with my twin, Finna blow me a bag up in Louis then go cop a crib on the North side 1500, that's the gang, no, I can not switch on my brothers lil' bro, stay on your side Shawty be speakin' a whole 'nother language, She says that Santana not human, of course not We finna put that lil' boy in the grave, And if he make a sound then he gettin' his corpse shot Shawty said, "Tana, you socially anti?" and i told her, "No, girl, i'm antisocial" I-i-i-i-i don't like being 'round people sometimes, So the public keep sayin' i'm anti-local Shawty told me that she keep gettin' wet like Every time that she hear my vocals Pull out my chopper, i'm shootin' at you and your gang 'Til that chopper start jammin', it's over Don't make me bring out Dakota You talkin' down, but you don't wanna go there Pull up to your block, and we don't see you nowhere We make him lean like we pourin' a four here Chopper singin', Billie, no Eilish Bullets so hot that they knock off his eyelash You're an an opp nigga, we do not like that You textin' me, lil' ho, i do not write back I'm really playin' that ho like a P4 My niggas shootin' your ass like a free throw I'm at the crib, and i'm wearin' a mink coat How many hoes, nigga? i got like cinco That ho be textin' my phone askin' me if i love her, And i had to tell her "i think so" Man, i got so many sons, So i feel like Mufasa, but no, i ain't talkin' 'bout Mingo My niggas still finna play with the gadgets, If you talkin' down then we slide with the ratchet S-s-santana stay with a Lil Uzi, And no, i ain't talkin' 'bout brand "New Patek" Can't fuck with that lame ass boy, He just be cappin', he just be ready to panic I ain't never ran track, But 600 hopped on the track and the motherfuckin' ran it I got a new ho out of the country , She just be talkin' to me in Spanish They finna think that it's World War II by the 1500 Gon' slide with cannon I-i-i really don't be doin' shit to these niggas, But just let me talk, and i'll still do damage My new shooter got a stunner, But he finna w-w-wet his ass up like a salmon I got the bands, nigga, you countin' pennies I'm gettin' racks, nigga, i'm gettin' many It's been a minute since me and gang linked up Give 'em a call, and we eat out at Beni's We finna eat out at lil' Benihana Open the crib and say "Hey" to his mama Shout out lil' Autumn, But all of my niggas they been gettin money, hakuna matata Haha, ha, yeah Me and my gang, you know we on the come up Call up lil' Dami, he gon' get you done up Poppin' this molly 'til the fuckin' sun up You want a feature? It'll be like 200 Told myself i was gon' blow then i did it Two bullets sit on your head like a fitted Can't fuck with you, know that shit is just business Yeah, yeah-heh, okay, yeah-heh We gon' pull up in that Masi' yeah, hope i don't crash yeah Call up lil' Tana, we slide with the chopper, We know that shit finna blast, yeah She just wan' fuck with me, Now she wan' suck on me 'cause she see me gettin' bands, yeah Know that shit finna get a lil' technical Red dot, you know that we aim with the reticle I got your bitch at my crib, And she ridin' my dick, and i know that you is a lil' sceptical Pour up the lean, and i drink a lil' chemical She act a lil' crazy, think she popped and edible Watch the money pilin' up, it pilin' up, It pilin' up, and put a period, decimal Me and Slump linked up in NYC Shoot that lil' boy, he gon' D-I-E Pick up the phone, and i call up Dakota Put my hands on her neck just like a choker Your bitch, she ugly, she look like a joker Tallied this money like we playin' poker Bands so wet, man, i had to just soak up My bitch a nina, she love when i tote her Yeah, yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah (One and only) Yeah, oh yeah, yeah (Man, what the fuck goin' on, Maajins? oh-oh) Yeah, yeah (Oh, oh) Yeah, oh yeah (Oh,oh) Yeah, oh yeah (Oh, oh) Yeah, oh yeah (Oh-oh, oh) That 40 pop him in his noggin, Now he wanna play, we crack him like an egg Run in his house with that G19 on my hip, W-we finna leave him for dead The choppa gon' flip him like Gabby or maybe a Patek, But you know we aim for the head We ride with the smoke, this AR gon' pop him, If he talkin' crazy, we fill him with lead He said that he want the smoke, So you know that i gave him the smoke like a lighter, yeah 40 gon' punch you like Tyson, But i will not touch you, i am not a fighter, yeah Kepp it a hundread, you don't gotta cap with me, Baby, you know you a liar, yeah I'm in the front of the 'Vette with lil' Fazo And you know we burning them tires, yeah 1500, that's forever, if you talkin' crazy, know i'm uppin' fire' I'm in the new Hellcat with the gango whole gang drippin', I don't know who flyer Gas got me on slo-mo, and i know that i'm a lil' tired That boy said he was cool, But we know he a rat 'cause he wearing a wire, yeah When you needed me the most I was there Untitled But when i needed you You were nowhere to be found Untitled I had so much love that was just there Building up for you And you left me in the dust Untitled You made me look like a fool All the embarrassing videos and pictures of us together I thought it would never end But look at us now No longer in contact Untitled I love you I'll see you soon And with that being said Untitled Hit from the back like (Yeah) H-h-hittin' your bitch, make her cum right (Yeah) He talkin' shit, see the sunlight (Hey) He tried to run up, he see this (Yeah) I-i-i got too many hoes up on my line for me, Take off a bitch and that bitch ain't the (Kind) I could've really gave this ho the whole world, But she fucked it up with that bitch and the (Lyin') Hop in the Trackhawk, this bitch is a push start I-i-i'm sippin' lean with your bitch, sippin' Wockhardt Hard from the 'gram, but you pussy, you not hard Fuckin' your thot, smokin' dope, i'm a (Rockstar) Roll up a 'Wood, made me rolling lumber And that bitch (Yeah) kinda fine, i'ma get her number I'ma cheat on this ho 'cause i don't care I'm like six bodies up, i can't use no rubber I-i-i-i-i-i'm with my twin, Finna blow me a bag up in Louis then go cop a crib on the North side 1500, that's the gang, no, I can not switch on my brothers lil' bro, stay on your side Shawty be speakin' a whole 'nother language, She says that Santana not human, of course not We finna put that lil' boy in the grave, And if he make a sound then he gettin' his corpse shot Shawty said, "Tana, you socially anti?" and i told her, "No, girl, i'm antisocial" I-i-i-i-i don't like being 'round people sometimes, So the public keep sayin' i'm anti-local Shawty told me that she keep gettin' wet Like every time that she hear my vocals Pull out my chopper, I'm shootin' at you and your gang 'Til that chopper start jammin', it's over And how old is he doing this, bro? How old is he doing this, bro? He's doing this at the age of four- Nah, i don't think y'all hear me, bro At the age of fourteen He's better than a lot of underground rappers right now At fourteen, at fourteen- Actually, i'ma keep it a buck, some mainstream rappers Like, i'm tryna, like i'm telling y'all right now, Y'all better hop on the wave, bro Soon, it might be too late (It might be- it might be-)
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