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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Programming
Kiing Shooter
Kiing Shooter
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Songwriter
William Antonio Daniels
William Antonio Daniels
Songwriter
Fred Lowinger
Fred Lowinger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Mixing Engineer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Brand new Glock 40 on my hip I just blew another 40 on my wrist, I'm the shit Yeah, I know (yeah, I know) He love her, but his shorty on my dick Actin' different, she been fuckin' with a Crip, off the rip Yeah, I know (yeah, I know) Shit a little different since the trap, where you at? Never thought I would rap, that's a fact Yeah, I know (yeah, I know) Just bought a bunch of guns, let's get 'em back They ain't search me, I just walked in with the strap Ain't no cap, yeah, I know (yeah, I know) It's hard to recognize her, kept her face down (face down) Don't have nothin' on your body, this a shakedown (this a shakedown) Back and forth, goin' out of town on the Greyhound Tried to give her the world, she's sayin' she needs space now (she needs space now) I started out just tryin' to get some product You could cut it, you could chop it, nobody know where I got it (know where I got it) My plug from out the city, nobody know nothing 'bout him He ran off with that work and nobody ain't ever found him (nobody ain't ever found him) Brand new Glock 40 on my hip I just blew another 40 on my wrist, I'm the shit Yeah, I know (yeah, I know) He love her, but his shorty on my dick Actin' different, she been fuckin' with a Crip, off the rip Yeah, I know (yeah, I know) Shit a little different since the trap, where you at? Never thought I would rap, that's a fact Yeah, I know (yeah, I know) Just bought a bunch of guns, let's get 'em back They ain't search me, I just walked in with the strap Ain't no cap, yeah, I know (yeah, I know) I was posted on the block with the demons Couple Glocks, we ain't worried bout the opps We ain't leavin' (yeah, I know) I know niggas that got shot for no reason, wasn't beefin' It's just hot and niggas tweakin' so I gotta keep a pole (I do) Bitch, I grew up in the field, ain't no way around it (at all) And if he jackin', we got static, then I'll probably rob 'em (I will) Couple bitches on my dick that I done curved before (bye) But since this money came, they all done turned to carnivores (let's get it) If you can read between the lines, they all meat-eaters (they all) And I ain't worried about no beef, we got street sweepers (I'm not) Quarter million for my tape, so I gotta chill (word) But I'm still swervin' through them lanes like I'm off a pill (yeah) Brand new Glock 40 on my hip I just blew another 40 on my wrist, I'm the shit Yeah, I know (yeah, I know) He love her, but his shorty on my dick Actin' different, she been fuckin' with a Crip, off the rip Yeah, I know (yeah, I know) Shit a little different since the trap, where you at? Never thought I would rap, that's a fact Yeah, I know (yeah, I know) Just bought a bunch of guns, let's get 'em back They ain't search me, I just walked in with the strap Ain't no cap, yeah, I know (yeah, I know) If I can't beat that charge (nah), fuck it I'ma spin the yard (spin it) Just me and my dawg, comin' up, I'm livin' hard (yeah) Never disrespect the set, I put that on God (God) Runnin' up another check (let's get it) I just hopped out the Benz (skrr) Nobody dropped, then we slidin' again (grrr) We don't rock with opps, and we not gon' pretend (never) I see they get hot when we win (oh) But they gon' hear shots if we spin (baow) If I can't beat that charge (uh), fuck it I'ma spin the yard (spin it) Just me and my dawg, comin' up, livin' hard (hard) Never disrespect the set, I put that on God (God) Runnin' up another check (run it up) I just hopped out the Benz (Benz) Nobody dropped, then we slidin' again (doo, doo, doo) We don't rock with opps and we not gon' pretend (never) I see they get hot when we win (hot) But they gon' hear shots if we spin (baow)
Writer(s): Rory William Quigley, Michael Kuzoian, Fred Lowinger, David Brewster, William Antonio Daniels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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