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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BlocBoy JB
Rap
Pooh Shiesty
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Baker
Composer
Brytavious Chambers
Composer
James Spenser IV
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Producer
I-V
Producer
Clay A. Perry III
Mixing Engineer
Leo Goff
Mastering Engineer
IV Beatss
Producer
Lyrics
OG
(Load me up, IV)
OG, he get rebound
OG status, on God, puttin' it down
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Do you wanna see a dead body?
Young nigga with some money, they say that I'm rich chocolate
My nigga never had a penny, stole some Foamposites
Made a play for thirty and flipped it, that's when he quit robbin'
Fell in love with meds, got addicted to all that pill-poppin'
I lost my nigga to fentanyl and some pills
I couldn't take it, lost G Spence, man, that been my nigga for years
May he 5 in peace
My bitch black as hell, but she foreign, she speak Guyanese
Menace to society, if I can't walk, that Drac' gon' be my cane
If my nigga want you gone, I need location and a name
Yeah, I move different
We gon' clean the scene after that whack
Still have some clues missin'
Hundred get him put him under the water, call that blue fishes
I don't understand how you a shooter but your tool missin'
Daddy was a killer and a robber, that's my true ambition
If it isn't love, seeing blood and this ain't New Edition
You better cool it down, this Bobby Brown, it got a cooling system
Don't you fuck around with fuck-arounds and be the newest victim
Turn him to a fraction, he couldn't understand the algorithm
Made a song with Drake totin' the Drac', that came with criticism
Never had a thing for track and field, but deal with racism
Do you wanna see a dead body?
Young nigga with some money, they say that I'm rich chocolate
My nigga never had a penny, stole some Foamposites
Made a play for thirty and flipped it, that's when he quit robbin'
Fell in love with meds
Got addicted to all that pill-poppin' (Let's go, blrrrd, blrrrd)
When Shiesty put that chop on his ass
Bet he get to hollerin' (Big Blrrrd)
Yeah, before I picked up a microphone, we was really robbin' (Facts)
I seen a nigga still get hit up, they had seven bodies (On God)
That's how shit go, you gotta know the streets
Don't love nobody (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Same day I turned my Glock to a chop
I had stop promotin' the violence (I'm switched)
Runnin' with takers took your setup
They watchin' your diamonds (On God)
Don't worry 'bout the Drac'
If I got it, just know I'm firin' it (Blrrrd)
Gotta bang CGE for life, it ain't no nevermind (No)
Two bodies drop at perfect timin' (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
Finessed a nigga in Dior
I'm still stylin' while I'm slimin' (Stylin' while I'm stylin')
New opp pack hittin' so hard
I ain't get it from a member, then you lyin' (You sorry)
Still creepin' through they block
I ain't take my phone
I'm tryna read signs (Ayy, I'm tryna hit my target)
Do you wanna see a dead body? (Blrrrd)
Yeah, I catch somethin', somebody dyin' (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
They say that I'm rich chocolate
My nigga never had a penny, stole some Foamposites
Made a play for thirty and flipped it, that's when he quit robbin'
Fell in love with meds, got addicted to all that pill-poppin'
Do you wanna see a dead body?
Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, James Lee Baker, James Spenser Iv
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