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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BC Smith
BC Smith
Programming
Bart Hendrickson
Bart Hendrickson
Programming
Charlie Scene
Charlie Scene
Vocals
Da Kurlzz
Da Kurlzz
Vocals
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Lead Vocals
Dean Butterworth
Dean Butterworth
Drums
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Vocals
J-Dog
J-Dog
Vocals
Johnny 3 Tears
Johnny 3 Tears
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Gilmore
Don Gilmore
Songwriter
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Songwriter
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Songwriter
George Ragan
George Ragan
Songwriter
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Songwriter
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Songwriter
Matthew Busek
Matthew Busek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Gilmore
Don Gilmore
Producer
Ben Grosse
Ben Grosse
Mixing Engineer
Mark Kiczula
Mark Kiczula
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Boy, you better put a lid on it
You don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
'Cause you keep flappin' those gums
Like you the boss
Till we check your chin
[Verse 2]
Oh, no, you don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
'Cause you keep flappin' those gums
So just run along
'Cause you don't want none
[Verse 3]
Let me take you back
So back in time
And make the front page news
Livin' lives of crime
'Cause we ran moonshine
Outlaws to be exact
We did somethin' new
And we never turned back
[Verse 4]
Six shots, point blank
Aimin' at your face
I'ma quick draw
Then I'm gone without a trace
And I'll rob a bank
Or I'll cheat and steal
Derail a fuckin' train
'Cause you know that I will
[Verse 5]
You need to pay your dues
Or get cement shoes
And we're still on the run
The most ruthless crew
[Verse 6]
You don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
'Cause you keep flappin' those gums
Like you the boss
Till we check your chin
[Verse 7]
Oh, no, you don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
'Cause you keep flappin' those gums
So just run along
'Cause you don't want none
[Verse 8]
I'm a heart break kid
I'm a stick up kid
Bang, bang, Tommy gun
You's a punk ass bitch
Knocked out, one punch, like a superhero
Banged up, crapped out
Now you're back to zero
[Verse 9]
Boom, bing, pow
King Kong, no doubt
Like prohibition, I'ma have to dry you out
You'll be pickin' up your teeth straight off of the ground
Now, I switch plates, shake
You know how word gets around
[Verse 10]
All bets are in
I see you roll the dice
Looks like another seven
It's the end of your life
[Verse 11]
You don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
'Cause you keep flappin' those gums
Like you the boss
Till we check your chin
[Verse 12]
Oh, no, you don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
'Cause you keep flappin' those gums
So just run along
'Cause you don't want none
[Verse 13]
It's no matter, just a matter of time
It don't matter to three
It ain't no matter of mine
If you keep your mouth shut
Then you'll be just fine
If you keep running gums
You better look out behind
[Verse 14]
I, say U-N to the D-E-A-D
Got the full clip and she's cocked and empty
The cock of the walk
But you walk too far
Now your cock's on the block on the boulevard
I'm the J-O-H to the N-Y three T
You lucky you ain't dead
If you know they sent me
[Verse 15]
You don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
'Cause you keep flappin' those gums
Like you the boss
Till we check your chin
[Verse 16]
Oh, no, you don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
'Cause you keep flappin' those gums
So just run along
'Cause you don't want none
[Verse 17]
U-N to the D-E-A-D
You got your fist raised but your legs are shaky
U-N to the D-E-A-D
You know that I'm the shit
That's why you tryin' to take me
We can go around the corner
I ain't catchin' a case
This will all be over quick
I'ma do what it takes
So you better know your own
But never sneak out of place
Or I'ma roll your ass up
And smack the lips off your face
[Verse 18]
You better not run, 'cause my bullets are faster
I never really hit a bitch
So I'm gonna smack ya
This won't even be a fight
'Cause I'm knockin' you out
And my name ain't Dick
So keep it outta your mouth
[Verse 19]
U-N to the D-E-A-D
Better be known
We do this shit on the daily
U-N to the D-E-A-D
Nothings still serving you, baby
Written by: Charlie Scene, Danny, Don Gilmore, Funny Man, J-Dog, Johnny 3 Tears, Matthew Busek
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