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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peewee Longway
Vocals
Young Nudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
Quincy Lamont Williams
Songwriter
Peewee Longway
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
m-Tunes
Producer
Lyrics
Long (I'm on that bullshit)
Longway, Longway
In Tune, what it do ****?
Yeah
Fuck **** shit
In Tunes
In Tune, what it do ****?
Huh
Longway, Longway, bitch
Lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded
Lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty
Tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin'
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang
Shoot 'em, bang
Whole clique gangbang
Throwin' up the same thing
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang (Bang)
Shoot 'em, bang
Hunnid-fifty for a chain
Youngin' thirsty for a stain
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang (Bang)
Shoot 'em, bang
Dark black Cartiers like I'm Johnny Cage (Longway Johnny Cage)
Thuggin' in the mosh pit
All we do is rage (Rage, rage)
Choppa got some dumb kick
Spray 'em like some Raid (Brrr)
Pocket look like phonebook
Blue, yellow page
Diamonds look like lasers when I'm jumpin' on the stage (HD)
I was super faded when I interviewed with Fader (Hella geeked)
Got some lightning babies
All they need is jumper cables (On some bullshit)
Trap nominated
I was sellin' bales of sage (Trap, trap)
Lookin' to my right
I see a clique full of fugazi (Fool ass ****)
Rock pasta, I sell a brick in Palm Angels
Top shotta
Wayne, Wayne (Wayne)
Know some thirsty ****
They go gremlin for yo' chain
When we bite bitch, we put venom in yo' vein
I got homies in the chain gang
Say sinnin' ain't a thing
Once you spin it one time
Better spin it once again
Got the Glock .45 with the fifty on the end
In the '63 coupe with the stick inside the Benz
That's a hunnid more shot
Call forensic in this bitch
When it's fresh up out the dock
Them bricks like dentures in this bitch
I been known my face good, I use credentials on the shit
I'm a trapper turned rapper and I used to hit licks
When I'm goin' for the sack, I'ma use the hit stick
When I'm thuggin' with the MAC
I trick-and-treat like Bushwick
I make slaps just like I'm Fabo
Wake up on that bullshit
Longway, bitch
Lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded (Flood)
Lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty (Dirty)
Tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin'
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang (Bang)
Shoot 'em, bang (Bang)
Whole clique gangbang
Throwin' up the same thing
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang
Shoot 'em, bang
Hunnid-fifty for a chain
Youngin' thirsty for a stain
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang
Shoot 'em, bang
All I do is gangbang
Bloods 'round me (Bloods 'round me)
**** play with slime, leave him bloody in the street
(Bloody in the street)
I don't do that talkin' when it come to the beef
(When it come to the beef)
You know I'm from the East Side, I'm so PDE
(Yeah, I'm so PDE)
I pull up on them ****
Catch 'em on the front street (On the front street)
Catch yo' ass while you eatin'
Then I shoot through your teeth (Shoot through your teeth)
I ain't with that talkin', need to hush yo' mouth
(Hush yo' mouth)
Have them gangsters pull up, shoot yo' momma house up
(Momma house up)
Y'all **** talkin'
Y'all be doin' a lot of that (Doin' a lot of that)
Doin' a lot of that, I know y'all **** really rats
(**** really rats)
Pull up in the Cat, you know a cat gon' eat a rat (Yeah)
All that snitchin' shit, you know we puttin' an end to that
(You know that)
That tough shit, you know we get rid of that (Get rid of that)
You were real gangster like a minute ago (Like a minute ago)
Pulled up on you, you ain't gangster no mo'
(You ain't gangster no mo')
Now you wanna be friendly but we shootin' at yo' door, huh
(Shootin' at yo' door)
Anyway, that the end of that
Pull up where them **** at
They don't want none of that (They don't want none of that)
All that kickback shit
We shootin' up all of that (Shootin' up all of that)
They must ain't told you, man
You beefin' with a grown man (With a grown man)
I don't play, dawg
Shit get real (Shit get real)
Call of Duty guns when I'm in the field (In the field)
And I paid ****, pull up just to kill (Just to kill)
Hah, aye
I got money **** (I got it)
Lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded (Flood)
Lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty (Dirty)
Tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin'
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang (Bang)
Shoot 'em, bang (Bang)
Whole clique gangbang
Throwin' up the same thing
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang
Shoot 'em, bang
Hunnid-fifty for a chain
Youngin' thirsty for a stain
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang
Shoot 'em, bang
Written by: Quantavious Thomas, Quincy Lamont Williams