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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edwin Green
Edwin Green
Songwriter
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coupe
Coupe
Producer
James Kang
James Kang
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Don't let the smoke out the whip Woah I wanna be close to the spirits Spit fore I choke lightning bolts I can feel it (Free) All my partners sell dope hope my mama don't know (Yeah) Hope my mama don't know (Yeah) Hope my mama don't know (Yeah) Truth be told I'm terrified hope my partner don't know Twelve been cracking on everybody I hope my partner don't go (Go) Twelve be pushing in everybody hope my mama don't know P-Put my Glock in my lil bro name Put my heart in my hood domain Quit my talking and stood shit on game All my pockets on full like Baby All my rockets on full McGrady There's a slim chance I slip like Shady Slit my wrist fore I switch on gang Split my shit with the clique if they break I think about money everyday Let my energy marinate Put my brothers on every way Particles floating through air waves Parties end up getting aired daily Part of me living in terror daily Money gon take my fear away Don't let the smoke out the whip (Woah) I wanna be close to the spirits Spit fore I choke lightning bolts I can feel it (Free) All my partners sell dope hope my mama don't know (Yeah) Hope my mama don't know (Yeah) Hope my mama don't know (Yeah) Truth be told I'm terrified hope my partner don't know Twelve been cracking on everybody I hope my partner don't go (Go) Twelve be pushing in everybody hope my mama don't know Mix that rock with that hood like Caine Masked up my nigga look like Kane Trust my vision I put in my brain Trust my vision now I'm looking like Raven Burn my hoodie tryna leave that flame Burn that hoodie when I leave that stain Move my money in a new location None of these niggas can trace cause Ain't no GPS for loosing my shit Heater with me when I move through the 6 EDM BPM don't move this quick Jays on the median needing a fix Found out my brother been feeding him grits Found out my other one sleeping with bricks Lil' shorty thought I was sleeping on thick Women the way we sleep with them sticks I think about money everyday Let my energy marinate Put my brothers on every way Particles floating through air waves Parties end up getting aired daily Part of me living in terror daily Money gon take my fear away Don't let the smoke out the whip (Woah) I wanna be close to the spirits Spit fore I choke lightning bolts I can feel it (Free) All my partners sell dope hope my mama don't know (Yeah) Hope my mama don't know (Yeah) Hope my mama don't know (Yeah) Truth be told I'm terrified hope my partner don't know Twelve been cracking on everybody I hope my partner don't go (Go) Twelve be pushing in everybody hope my mama don't know
Writer(s): Edward Maclin Cooper Iii, Edwin Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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