Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jace Salter
Songwriter
Isaiah Booker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DIONIS
Producer
Lyrics
OGK The Gang
Oh lord Zay cool with the top kid
Now I got all of these bad h**s on my d***
S*** talking, swear to god, wouldn't advise it
Bullets leave holes, size of moshpits
Bullets going to do what they do
Chop got a tang when it blow that s***, woo
Stay in the lane, only money my moves
OGK be the gang, b**** I roll with the crew
(Skrt)
B**** I roll with the guys
Got a Jace feat now on the rise
Think she hate me, b**** saying featuring iayze
N**** wanna roll at zay speed, hit mach five
Let it blow at Macy's, clearance the fye's
Can't taste me, bodies got more than five, guys
Bad b**** from Haiti, bismillah
Make they a** call me Zay Keef, n**** yell squad squad squad squad squad
Put a f*** n**** eight feet then yell die die die die die
Bih said she want baby, tell the bih nah nah nah nah nah
Cause I don't like s*** that feel like a job, OGK The Gang heavy on the God n****
Bang at the opps, I just hope that I kill em in Texas with swingers on all four wheels
I see that boy, better hope I don't drill him or I'm with my children cause s*** get real
I done gained weight, I done ate a few meals
Up a Draco on a Instagram reel
Cop a new chain then pay your light bill
I keep a Glock but I still fight still
Last n**** tried to play with me, I upped a whole 30 on him and his gang
No we do not do the cliques, it just be me and 30 we don't need a gang
F*** all the laws, I be screaming "free 30" this s*** be driving me insane
I got a lil pump and I be rocking Gucci gang, I ain't f****** with the fame no more
(Eughh)
Oh lord Zay cool with the top kid
Now I got all of these bad h**s on my d***
S*** talking, swear to god, wouldn't advise it
Bullets leave holes, size of moshpits
Bullets going to do what they do
Chop got a tang when it blow that s***, woo
Stay in the lane, only money my moves
OGK be the gang, b**** I roll with the crew
Put your b**** up n****, Before I make moves show him the bishop n****
Think he shake boots please don't kill us n****
Shii I would say if I wasn't a realist n****
N**** f*** that don't want chat
N**** f*** that point to the bags
Them n***** uh up that right in yo back
So n**** it's f*** that only trust racks
Writer(s): Jace Salter
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