Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scorey
Scorey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bakari Ward
Bakari Ward
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Songwriter
Parker Young
Parker Young
Songwriter
Nathan Scott Lamarche
Nathan Scott Lamarche
Songwriter
Damian Vinh Hien Hoffmanns
Damian Vinh Hien Hoffmanns
Songwriter
Ethan Hayes
Ethan Hayes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Banrisk
Banrisk
Producer
Haze
Haze
Producer
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Producer
Paryo
Paryo
Producer
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer
Chance Hubbard
Chance Hubbard
Recording Engineer
Anthony Vega
Anthony Vega
Mixing Engineer
Nash Beats
Nash Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Cash In my pocket, rain on my wrist All this money still don't cover up the pain that exists Stand In cold weather, I kept that flame on my hip Till I started chasing money, glad I came to my senses Hit his block up from different ways, get a wig split He got shot up and now he saved, and he Christian Wild ones, don't fuck wit' the gang, they don't listen Loud guns, he unleash his rage wit' that big fifth Just give 'em 20 thou', think they won't gun you down Walk up and run you down, then smoke a fucking pound We' just some dirty niggas, but we gettin' money now Bro keep that 30 wit' him 'cause he need a bunch of rounds Turn that switch on, 'cause Washy love to hear that thunder sound Made a diss-song, and now you rappin' from the fucking ground Worm food, when we get that lo' we get to spinnin' like a whirlpool Mind your buisness, you ain't in this shit, It don't concern you 156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin' Starvin' I ain't have no meal In my stomach He' a target, don't care where he Is, we still comin' He been heartless he been tryna kill shit for nothin' 156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets and keep on runnin' back All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (Racks) Dirty Sprite, shared, I just had to pour me up some lean Havin' nightmares, niggas tryna take me out my dreams I stay right there, post up wit' my Glizzy 17 And my type rare, I can't name a realer man than me He got caught up on that block, now It's a repass All he saw was glock and heard that "Fahh", he better think fast R.I.P. to Zach I woke up thinking 'bout my wingman, uh And Lil Roc scheming, why you think he got that ski-mask? 156 Hudson, I came up from hustlin' Starvin' I ain't have no meal in my stomach He' a target, don't care where he Is, we still comin' He been heartless, he been tryna kill shit for nothin' 156 Hudson, that's where I was thuggin' at I can't lie, I broke up wit' the streets and keep on runnin' back All this bloodshed, still could never get my brother back Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks (racks-racks)
Writer(s): Danny Snodgrass, Nicholas Mira, Parker Young, Bakari Ward, Nathan Lamarche, Damian Hoffmanns, Ethan Mckenzie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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