Featured In
Similar Songs
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Thomas Walker
Songwriter
Kevin Davis Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skywalker Og
Producer
DJ KJ
Producer
Johnny Gaitan JR
Recording Engineer
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
(Dang, Diddy)
Mmm-mmm, oh yeah
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, oh yeah
(KJ, let the beat knock)
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, oh yeah
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, grr, jheez
Nigga know I'm 'bout it, they know what's up, I don't give no fucks
Nigga fresh out of jail and he still gon' spin (grr, fah, fah)
Fill the rental right up
I'm a gangsta ass nigga from the streets to the pen (yeah)
Nigga know I'm thug
Pressure in the streets, we'll break a bin (bitch)
Nigga know what's up
Just got a drop and I'm feelin' real cocky (grr, fah, fah)
Nigga, that's a brand new body (grr)
Mud on my jacket, I ain't trippin', I rock it
Nigga better know how I'm rockin'
Play with my paper, I'ma put you on Fox (on Fox)
Nigga ain't playin' my pockets
Swipe a nigga out if he play with my blood
Pussy ass nigga, what's poppin'?
When it's smoke up in the city, we grab hammers and we squeeze, nigga
Blood up in my eyes, goin' blind, I can't see, nigga (grr)
Draco get to bittin'
And it's diggin' like some teeth, nigga (bop, bop, bop)
Let him rub me wrong, I put that paper on his feet, nigga
These niggas be slippin', we come with mops (oh), no caution sign
Catch him at work, we punchin' that clock (uh-huh), no overtime
Free my dog, he fightin' a hat, I'm 'bout to send him a dot
Bad lil' bitch, she gon' send me the drop
These niggas be shooters and tellin', these niggas robocops
Player get popped, nigga try to run, get stopped
Nigga rundown, he shot, he better rush to the doc'
Clutchin' on two, I'm Pac
Nigga better stay in they place, nigga better stay in they lane
Real deal-killers, no games
Nigga want smoke with me, he don't get no sleep 'til he D-I-E
When it's smoke up in the city, we grab hammers and we squeeze, nigga
Blood up in my eyes, goin' blind, I can't see, nigga (grr)
Draco get to bittin'
And it's diggin' like some teeth, nigga (bop, bop, bop)
Let him rub me wrong, I put that paper on his feet, nigga
When it's smoke up in the city, we grab hammers and we squeeze, nigga
Blood up in my eyes, goin' blind, I can't see, nigga (grr)
Draco get to bittin'
And it's diggin' like some teeth, nigga (bop, bop, bop)
Let him rub me wrong, I put that paper on his feet, nigga
Writer(s): Thomas Walker, Fredrick Ii Givens, Kevin Davis Jr, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com