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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anti Da Menace
Anti Da Menace
Performer
Lil Darius
Lil Darius
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darius Thornton
Darius Thornton
Lyrics
Linderius Johnson
Linderius Johnson
Songwriter
Zachary Mullett
Zachary Mullett
Songwriter
David Morse
David Morse
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Morse
David Morse
Producer
Kutta Beatz
Kutta Beatz
Producer
Troy Mallard
Troy Mallard
Engineer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Kutta, cut that shit off, man (Blaa) My side done tax, so many heads you think we did hair They slide once we slide five, we don't play it fair (bla, bla) And when they seein' lil' Darius, fuck it we take it there You might not make it in rap, fuck it I hit the trap Like ya ate some nasty food, I make that chopper spit My whole side throwing up that gang, you think my potna sick? I see 12 start going bananas, I think I got a split 223, 556 lil' anti put 'em on they shit (blaa) Ion' shoot at houses, walk down face 'em I'm gon hit my mans Ion' even smoke, but I think that opps is my favorite strand Brother got a 40, I got a nine, ion' hit nun but tens I'm like Beyblades and DJs and ceiling fans all I know is spin Hurricane they block, they say they shark so we gon' drown the opps He thought he was bout to fuck, she set 'em up, I took off his top Like balloons it's up, it's stuck When we get started, we don't never stop Horny, I thought he was finna get some pussy That boy done sent the drop (bla, bla) (Damn twin why the fuck you send the drop with yo' dumb ass?) (Bow) We done, caught his ass, it ain't no coming back Half and half, whatever them boys got we can go back to back I'm busy throwing bullets Man them pussies can't even leave a scratch (bla) My side done tax, so many heads you think we did hair They slide once we slide five, we don't play it fair (bla, bla) And when they seein' lil' Darius, fuck it we take it there You might not make it in rap, but fuck it, I hit the trap Like ya ate some nasty food, I make that chopper spit My whole side throwing up that gang, you think my potna sick? I see 12 start going bananas, I think I got a split 223, 556 lil' anti put 'em on they shit (blaa) (They shit twin) They know not to play, I be quick to spray my Drake Play with gang, we split yo face, this shit get wicked in the A This the west, wear yo vest if you got some opps around then Grab yo' Glock, make sure they stretch If they moving outta town, then buy a box and handle that Say, gang, what the fuck these n---s thought? I swear all my shit be bought, a thousand pounds say they the law Before I signed the deal this shit was up the run, was good enough I can go up with five hundred cash, I put this car on my bluff He don't play me, that lil' boy gon have to spray me My lil' dog be trippin', have 'em bite yo' ass and give you rabies Whip out blick like papadoc APD can't stop this car, GSP can't stop it either I get mad and blow my heater (Blaa) My side done tax, so many heads you think we did hair (we did hair) They slide once we slide five, we don't play it fair (bla, bla) And when they seein' lil' Darius, fuck it we take it there You might not make it in rap, fuck it I hit the trap Like ya ate some nasty food, I make that chopper spit My whole side throwing up that gang, you think my potna sick? I see 12 start going bananas, I think I got a split 223, 556 lil' anti put 'em on they shit (They shit twin)
Writer(s): Zachary Mullett, Darius Thornton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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