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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
RJ Payne
RJ Payne
Songwriter
Travis L'eon
Travis L'eon
Songwriter
Martin Delaney
Martin Delaney
Songwriter
Chris Parson
Chris Parson
Songwriter
Jon Freeman Jr.
Jon Freeman Jr.
Songwriter
Noah Johnson
Noah Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pat Noon
Pat Noon
Engineer

Lyrics

This the remix It's Milk I brought a couple homies with me RJ Payne DoggyStyleeee Jon Connor (Fuck ya life) Get em Nems Yea Yea yea criminal minded Watch out for the fame and the wealth It leaves you blinded Give handshakes to the fakes Don't even mind it Cuz they wild pussy Working for peanuts I call em Linus Every time you hear my bars Gotta rewind it One word describes your whole crew I say vagina Belt Parkway doing a buck Bumping Primus Coney Island Come meet the Lyfers mothafucka (We outside) We some criminals We some criminals Now see my haters they love me They made it they lucky See I bought a razor blade Shit get Flavor Flav ugly Charles Lee Ray Junior I don't play buddy Fuck red bottoms My knife and timberlands stay bloody Ugh I'm unmatched The line for one rap Spun back It'll shine bright enough that the sun crack Listen Your boy retired from spitting I'm done rap I'm a full time killa Atilla the Hun back Payne Mama I'm criminal This nigga saying subliminals Stay banging in the hood These niggaz all on digital Thinking u can stop a nigga Just empty out your pockets nigga I swear on the set I'm a really have to rob a nigga I know it's kinda hard But mama Do you love me Or is it what I do To make you Not trust me My mind kinda sick I can't stop killing niggaz Mr super hero Got popped by a super villain nigga We some criminals We some criminals They say that I'm a criminal But I ain't telling you nothing you didn't know Admit it though Can they stop me Two letters for you N and O You fictional My intuition reads yall like written notes These God given quotes that feeds you orphans like Different Strokes Y'all on the ropes Y'all shit is jokes Like this a roast You listen close You hear ghosts of all of my missing folks The incredible Call him inevitable They ain't never gon know That he done did it before They get credit for anything that they gon do cuz I did it before U kno I did it once so I'll do it again on mama Bull pup in the trunk rock like I'm the Brahma Have you like Kurt leaving earth Nirvana Peon want drama Leave ur breathing speaking a problem We not the same No Not nothing in common That chopper bang get sprayed like a dame wit no condom No stopping i pull it ready to aim and burst I'm throwing bullets with this eagle Jalen Hurts
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