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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Lyrics
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Composer
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Lyrics
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Composer
Noah
Noah
Composer
Matthew-Kyle Brown
Matthew-Kyle Brown
Composer
Maximilian McFarlin
Maximilian McFarlin
Composer
Bailey Lau
Bailey Lau
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
Smatt Sertified
Smatt Sertified
Producer
Lau
Lau
Producer
Macshooter
Macshooter
Producer
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Producer
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
Recording Engineer
Jesse Navarro
Jesse Navarro
Assistant Engineer
MixedbyAli
MixedbyAli
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) I don't bap a lot (uh-huh), but I'm with Capalot (uh-huh) Killin' shit Foenem in the, in the, in the, in the 'yo puttin' on (yeah) Glitches and switches and shit (uh), on foenem, this shit gettin' wicked (uh-huh) Wakin' up on Sunday, I wasn't gettin' saved We was wakin' up on Monday, bondin' out the cage (you know that) In the trap full of roaches, bondin' out from raids 'Fore I let a nigga kill me, I'll die from AIDS Did this shit with ease, like Febreze, walk up, and we spray (let it spray) God, please, forgive my evil, I pray every day Like I'm puttin' my kids to sleep, lil' nigga play, and he lay (he lay) Keep me a gun on the waist (waist), up it and point at your face (face, bah) Young nigga, feel like I'm Trae (Trae), I score a dub in the A (in the A) Call up out like say, "Ay-ay," we can pull up anyway (hello?) I ain't never trippin' about no money, I make like a hundred a day (swerve) We can slide up, all bulletproof trucks, or we can pull up with some K's (grr) What we doin'? We not recruitin' (we not recruitin', at all) What the fuck is we doin'? Who the fuck is we shootin'? (Oh) Whole bunch of Chanel and Marni shit, it look like we lootin' We ain't runnin' out this shit no time soon, we went and bought two of 'em Niggas be talkin' all this gang shit, you don't even really be outside I'm with the same ones that I came with, we had beef all of our lives I thought this rap shit was what's best for us, no more interviews, I'm tired If we don't make it out from this fame shit, just tell my mama I tried, uh Soon as we get a lo'-lo', they ridin' four deep in that four-door Like shots close range, but we'll pull up on they block and shoot from the logo I ain't rockin' his chain, ever since I was new to the game, did all this dolo Everybody out of options, so they passin' out when they promise to Polo SRT, that's a Challenger, lil' bro hop out the passenger I come from the worst of the worst where the lil' niggas just tryna see who savager Too Turnt, I'm the ambassador We hunt for blood like Dracula Coolin' with some thugs, I'm happier Tweakin' off them drugs, we clappin' you And that's it, make opps call it quits (yeah) We like two, three, four, five, six, shit make opps call a blitz I'm from up North, East Side connects, just pass the ball to Drench Glock-19 with a switch on the back, it'll have him fallin' quick If he in my lane, I'll bang like Shaq, and I'm too tall to miss Why they always want everything we got when we took all the risks? If it's beef, we don't diss like rappers, hit niggas all in they shit Now we rich, nigga, it's like crackers, cribs all in the Ritz Uh, for real, uh (for real, for real, for real) Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh (for real) 1300, 7900, Essex I don't even know how many members all with us Grr, all we know is grr
Writer(s): Allen Ritter, Bailey Lau, Herbert Randall Wright Iii, Joshua Luellen, Matthew-kyle Brown, Maximilian Mcfarlin, Noah, Taurus Bartlett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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