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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mozzy
Vocals
Celly Ru
Vocals
Trae tha Truth
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay P. Bangz
Producer
Lyrics
Aye, cut the music off
Everybody shut the fuck up, ****
My **** lost his phone bruh
Who got that shit?
****, errybody need to empty they pockets ****
For real
This is Jay P Bangz Music
Go to war for you if I love you
Gotta score for you and a double
I just wanna see you bubble
"'Nough said" wrote across the knuckles
Hunnid ball in the duffel
Organize the nickel bundles
Ain't no doubt about it, got the nickel on us
Bust her out, blood
I think the people on us
They forever geekin' on us
Favorite uncle turned tweaker on us
Pimp partner, bitch bad
He been tryna keep her from us
Keep it a hunnid, I'm a hunnid
I'ma keep it that
You can always have the hoes, pimpin' need a pack
Hell Gang Mozzy
Fuck you, you don't believe in that
Threw a half a dime in the crowd
Like I ain't needed that
Gripped up, Casanova told 'em keep a strap (Strap)
We was droppin' thirty on 'em with no feedback
Yeah
Tryna cook a **** noodles
Why you hidin', blood?
We gettin' tired of lookin' for you poodles
My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda
Call me and I'm comin' with cutters
We come to cut up
Headshot, get your lil' hair-do done up
You ain't got no top ranked resume
**** shut up
My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda
Call me and I'm comin' with cutters
We come to cut up
Headshot, get your lil' hair-do done up
You ain't got no top ranked resume
**** shut up
Aye, check this out real fast
I'm finna take you on a ride
Six Flags
If you don't die you better have a shit bag
It's murder where I lived at
And you ain't even heard of
Where you been at?
Strip a ****, you can't get yo' shit back
My feet planted ten flat
Been on this type of shit before I did rap
The only difference now, I got a big bag
**** shot at me and missed
We actin' like they did that
Karma play God tonight
Take one of they nig's back, big facts
If I ain't got it on me, my lil' brodie gon' shoot
Fuck a group
It's only a driver and maybe two
Who is you?
You ain't grow up hangin' with the Ru's
**** knew
I don't fuck with suckers and **** that do
That's on the Ru's
Head-shotter, murder all of my problems
Free Shotta, doin' twelve in the pen
You know I got him
On my momma
I got you the same way that you got me
Lil' brodie bounce out of the pen
Caught a body ****
My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda
Call me and I'm comin' with cutters
We come to cut up
Headshot, get your lil' hair-do done up
You ain't got no top ranked resume
**** shut up
My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda
Call me and I'm comin' with cutters
We come to cut up
Headshot, get your lil' hair-do done up
(Yeah)
You ain't got no top ranked resume
(Shit)
**** shut up
If I say it's love
Better know it be unconditional
Brother to the end
Even after we leave the physical
If I say I got you, I got you
Nothin' additional
Play with that
We out catchin' bodies like it's traditional (Yeah)
Play the block like Jordan and Pippen
If you ain't close to us
Only code we speakin' is loyalty for the both of us
Me and mine, we go against anything that's opposin' us
We don't fuck with ****
These **** out here be hoes to us (Hoes to us)
Fuck 'em, we pull up
Shake 'em and dust 'em down (Dust 'em down)
Radiate 'em, we fill them
Drain them and flush 'em down (Flush 'em down)
Bet I clean up whatever, you go to touchin' mine
Play with everything
Like a Roley, homie we bust it down (Bust it down)
If you gotta go then **** I gotta go too (Yeah)
Right or wrong, that shit don't matter
I'm ridin' with you (Yeah)
If it's time to up the bidniz
I'm slidin' with you (Yeah)
Bond jumpin', disappear
Shit, I'm hidin' with you
My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda
Call me and I'm comin' with cutters
We come to cut up
Headshot, get your lil' hair-do done up
You ain't got no top ranked resume
**** shut up
My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda
Call me and I'm comin' with cutters
We come to cut up
Headshot, get your lil' hair-do done up
You ain't got no top ranked resume
**** shut up
Written by: Timothy Patterson
