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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Composer
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cory Mo
Cory Mo
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Wheezy outta here
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
[Verse 2]
Right now, you can hit me right now
**** want a brick? ****, I can get it right now
Want that **** split, ****? Hit my flock right now
Ten thousand, the other ten I'm cuffin' it, right now
For real, all these pussy-**** better pipe down
I ain't with that fightin' shit no more, I'm with that stripe now
Hunnid round drums on that stick, make him pipe down
Shoot a **** straight in his eye, tell him, "Lights out"
(You dig? Yeah, you dig?)
[Verse 3]
All that talkin' boy, you bluffin'
All that shootin', you ain't did it
Boy, you know I am a killer
I will push up on you ****, slap the shit out you
Put a stick on this bitch-****, put the bitch at you
Yeah I know, you ho, yeah you pussy
That gangsta shit you talkin' 'bout a 4, no, that ain't real
That killer shit you talkin' 'bout
Man, who the fuck you killed? (Well)
I ain't never seen him, I ain't never heard nothin' about it
I ain't never seen you in the hood tryna catch a body
Bitch, I'm out here
Shootin' up shit daily, everybody know about Slime, ****
Late night, we creepin', yeah, the whole gang ride, ****
Knowin' how we slide, ****
Minivan, hotbox let the door slide, ****
Is you slime? How we slime? Bitch, I'm slime, ****
I slime ****, you don't slime how I slime, ****
You got a bag, I tell you
Got cash, but I'm finna draw down
Got a brick, I'm finna buy the brick, and I'ma go on and draw down
You don't know your shit, you don't what you're doin'
And ****, I'ma trick you right now (Trick), yeah
[Verse 4]
I'm from the 6 where a **** don't play around
**** cross they own mans that they grow wit' in the playground
Yeah ****, straight up, what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout?
These **** don't know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
You ain't never crossed a line, you don't know what it's 'bout
All this shit here slimy when the street **** out here
**** (Yeah?) Who the fuck wasn't out here (What?)
Bitch, I been out here and y'all wasn't out here
[Verse 5]
Right now, you can hit me right now
**** want a brick? ****, I can get it right now
Want that **** split, ****? Hit my flock right now
Ten thousand, the other ten I'm cuffin' it, right now
For real, all these pussy-**** better pipe down
I ain't with that fightin' shit no more, I'm with that stripe now
Hunnid round drums on that stick, make him pipe down
Shoot a **** straight in his eye, tell him, "Lights out"
You dig?
[Verse 6]
****, yeah
Throw your sets up, ****, what you claimin' 'round this bitch?
Is you sex, money, murder, what you bangin' 'round this bitch?
If you claimin' P-D-E, then throw your set up in this bitch (4-L)
If these **** ain't bangin' with you, then can tell 'em fuck they shit
Bitch, we out here, daily **** talkin' crazy, yeah, ho
Send them shooters that you told me kill your baby
All this goddamn money got goin' crazy
I done went crazy with this fuckin' crazy shit
Yeah, right now, man, you can't get tricked
You lil' bitch **** talkin' right now
Said you want that brick, then you can call my phone right now
Country boy just got his set trick a hundred pounds, ****
Right now (Right now, ****)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
**** ain't trickin' shit like how I trick 'em right now
Let 'em come in the spot and tell a **** pipe down
Youngin' put the smoke all on that ****, tell him lights out
You dig?
[Verse 7]
Right now, you can hit me right now
**** want a brick? ****, I can get it right now
Want that **** split, ****? Hit my flock right now
Ten thousand, the other ten I'm cuffin' it, right now
For real, all these pussy-**** better pipe down
I ain't with that fightin' shit no more, I'm with that stripe now
Hunnid round drums on that stick, make him pipe down
Shoot a **** straight in his eye, tell him, "Lights out"
You dig?
[Verse 8]
Lights out
Written by: Karel Jorge, Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Quantavious T. Thomas, Wesley Tyler Glass
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