Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
NGeeYL
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcel Lane
Songwriter
Nigel Fullenwinder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
6silky
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Late night, creepin' on your block, ****, you know I got the fire
Run up on me the wrong way, boy, your crew gon' die
Young **** sparkin' shit late night, boy, you try me, you over
Everybody know that boy the damn green like a damn clover
[Verse 2]
It four leaf, y'all **** be the police
Y'all **** can't expose me, young **** street for real
I'm hoppin' out with the steel, matter of fact, Glock, ****
That bit black, ****, hit your head, ****, with a MAC
Might muhfuckin' come and double back
Y'all done doubled that boy like attack, yeah
We comin' to jam with the offense
[Verse 3]
My ****, they shooters
My ****'ll do you
I'm in double S burg, my ****, and we is equipped for war
You try that lil' bullshit, ****
I'll pull up on you, and I'll spray that shit up, you dig?
I don't really do all that bitch shit
**** know we like to eat shit
I don't really do all that sweet shit
Put you on a plate, eat
And, nah, we ain't shootin' at the feet
Chopper hit his ass, knock off his teeth
Y'all **** talk that shit
I ain't never seen you in the streets
[Verse 4]
I ain't seen you in the streets
I don't even think you for real
Ridin' around town, a Glock
That muhfucka light up your windshield
You play with this gang, get popped
My young **** ready to catch a kill
It's like Call of Duty: Black Ops
But my **** shootin' for real
[Verse 5]
Late night, creepin' on your block, ****, you know I got the fire
Run up on me the wrong way, boy, your crew gon' die
Young **** sparkin' shit late night, boy, you try me, you over
Everybody know that boy the damn green like a damn clover
Late night, creepin' on your block, ****, you know I got the fire
Run up on me the wrong way, boy, your crew gon' die
Young **** sparkin' shit late night, boy, you try me, you over
Everybody know that boy the damn green like a damn clover
[Verse 6]
Trip Gang, Glock Gang, Gunnit Gang, fioso
All of it, man, yeah, we out of it
Get your ass flipped, by many names, you dig?
Y'all **** keep playin' with this shit
Watch out, I'm tellin' you
SS Mob, boy, I'm tellin' you
Pushin' up, takin' shit, strip your ass butt naked
Beat you at the show, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of it
Beatin' ass here, on the show, man
Ask your partners, ****, y'all **** lame as hell
Quit playin' that gangster role, y'all **** bitches
On God, sleep
Written by: Marcel Lane, Nigel Fullenwinder
