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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mozzy
Mozzy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Washington Jr
Charles Washington Jr
Songwriter
T. Patterson
T. Patterson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juneonnabeat
Juneonnabeat
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's slimy where I live ahky
One up top festivity
Mandated that you keep it on you
Gangland, gangland, gangland, gangland
[Verse 2]
Two, two, tres be chewin' through the load
All that super sick shit'll get you super soaked
My fingers twisted up, this who I do it for
The leather Italian, I'm counting thousands in the UFO
Shooters on go, but why you ain't go?
Mad Max threw a couple of 'em, but what you throw?
**** be out of pocket on them county phones
And I ain't adding up, you wasn't down for long
When Snubbz come home, he don't be out for long
Let me see that money bag, you **** countin' wrong
Disappointed by people that I once counted on
A real street **** with gwala be gettin' frowned upon
[Verse 3]
I put the Benz up, and hopped up in that under something
We ride around lurkin', really tryna thunder something
It's one up-top up in this chop, don't make us murder something
It's one up-top up in this glock, don't make us murder something
I put the Benz up, and hopped up in that under something
We ride around lurkin', really tryna thunder something
It's one up-top up in this chop, don't make us murder something
It's one up-top up in this glock, don't make us murder something
[Verse 4]
I witnessed many men running from the gang war
Took a step back, and started fundin' the gang war
Mama devastated, but it come with the gang war
So many people suffer from gang wars, I'm made for it
We used to train for it, I done finally come foreign
Payment plan for a couple months, and then I paid for it
Ain't no lookin' back, baby, we goin' straight for it
Classification is top-rank, I don't take orders
Ben Baller got the **** Philthy chain water
I'm finna pull up on that fool and place the same order
I prayed for it, it finally came, we on now
Makin' sure I make enough doughy that I can throw around
[Verse 5]
I put the Benz up, and hopped up in that under something
We ride around lurkin', really tryna thunder something
It's one up-top up in this chop, don't make us murder something
It's one up-top up in this glock, don't make us murder something
I put the Benz up, and hopped up in that under something
We ride around lurkin', really tryna thunder something
It's one up-top up in this chop, don't make us murder something
It's one up-top up in this glock, don't make us murder something
[Verse 6]
Stopped prayin', started trappin', gave Jesus a break
It's well over 50K in the safe
I stopped prayin', started trappin', gave Jesus a break
It's well over 50K in the safe
**** know that I'm straight
Yeah, I ain't worried bout nothin', you **** know that I'm straight
Yeah, I ain't worried bout nothin', them **** know that I'm straight
Written by: Charles Washington Jr, T. Patterson
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