Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duvy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Duvy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RicoRunDat
Producer
Mfoss
Producer
ELE
Producer
GhostMob
Producer
Lyrics
My lil' n— he slimed him
Your n— ain't even spinned that bin
(Run that up Rico)
Southside shit
Grrrt, okay
Huh, my lil' n— he slimed him
Your n— never spinned no bin
Fuck 'em, we want everything
Fuck 'em, we take everything
On the block, we was sellin' everything
Ain't stopping 'til the gang straight
Can't come up in the gang way
Load up them choppers, get busy
Praying that this stick don't miss
I just want this Glock hit him
Wonder if they really ridin' for your boy
Cut some n— loose, had to make some boss choices
Paranoia, hearing voices
N— scared to steer the wheel, it gets annoying
Call 'em, "Johnny leave them brains Deere"
Run and dip, empty clip
You know that we ain't playing fair
I might put my trust in switch
Stick long, do a hit to this song
Shoot his lips if he talk
Pit stop, sellin' Chris Rock on the block
Ridin' all day long, I know this ain't what you want
That n— he nervous, on the corner where a n— get murdered
Up that murder rate
No nine-to-five, 24, we was out there, we purgin'
Send that text, bro hit the corner, that shit be urgent
Can't wait 'til all my brothers home
Slay a n— for the bros
Could you manage all this static?
Is you with it, is you gon' panic?
Keep the stick like we do magic
Send them blicks at him
You got hit 'cause gang step in the whole pandemic
Ain't dead? Then they left you a message
Huh, my lil' n— he slimed him
Your n— never spinned no bin
Fuck 'em, we want everything
Fuck 'em, we take everything
On the block, we was sellin' everything
Ain't stopping 'til the gang straight
Can't come up in the gang way
Load up them choppers, get busy
Praying that this stick don't miss
I just want this Glock hit him
Wonder if they really ridin' for your boy
Cut some n— loose, had to make some boss choices
Writer(s): Duvy
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