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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
YNW Melly
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamell Demons
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Songwriter
William Van Zandt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
William Van Zandt
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Now I'm in love with my shotgun
Coolin' in the cut with my shooters
I don't even know who the fuck on this bitch, for real (Grizzley?)
[Chorus]
Boolin' in the cut with my shooters
Thirty clip hangin' out the Ruger (Brrt)
And I got a clique full of shooters (Brrt)
And I'm in your dreams, Freddy Krueger (Bah)
Fuckin' with my ****, bet they do ya (Woo)
Coolin' in the cut with my shooters (Cut with my shooters)
Thirty clip hangin' out the Ruger (Right out my Ruger)
And I'm in yo' dreams, Freddy Krueger (Slimes in your Ave)
Don't fuck with me, my young ****'ll do ya
Blood, they gon' do ya, my young ****'ll do ya
Do ya, do ya, do ya, my young ****'ll do ya (Do ya, do ya, do ya)
She on her knees and she screaming hallelujah (She screaming)
She on her knees and she screaming hallelujah
[Verse 1]
Posted in the alley with that Draco (Brrat)
We comfortable in places **** can't go (Pull up)
Touch my ****, Melly, let that thang go (Bow, bow)
These rap **** pussy, where your chain go?
The spots in Detroit, I supply them (Dope)
I'm talking loud, we going by him (Come here)
Can't cook but I'm gon' fry him (Bitch)
My advice, don't stand by him (Don't)
Fifty round chopper clip big on the K
**** talk crazy on the 'Gram every day
See the stick with me like I got a kid on the way
Fuck that, see if he can talk shit from the grave
Don't come over here tryna flex (Don't do it)
You gon' get all that shit took (Gimme that!)
Used to get sauce from the west (Dope)
Shoot it to the east, get it cooked (Hard)
Monday through Friday I'm booked (Facts)
Ninety on the skelly, how it look? (Bling)
Still'll pull a kick door quick
Drop everybody in the house, John Wick (Bow)
[Chorus]
Coolin' in the cut with my shooters (Cut with my shooters)
Thirty clip hangin' out the Ruger (Right out my Ruger)
And I'm in yo' dreams, Freddy Krueger (Slimes in your Ave)
Don't fuck with me, my young ****'ll do ya
Blood, they gon' do ya, my young ****'ll do ya
Do ya, do ya, do ya, my young ****'ll do ya (Do ya, do ya, do ya)
She on her knees and she screaming hallelujah (She screaming)
She on her knees and she screaming hallelujah
[Bridge]
Aye, hold the fuck up, man
Aye, hold up, man, stop the beat real quick, hold up
[Verse 2]
Free my **** D, he caught a body (Slatt, slatt)
Bitch, I'm booted in the cut like I'm Scotty
Free my ****, free my ****, yeah, he due (He due)
And I got a mystery like, ooh (Like, ooh)
In a van, with a stick, with my dog, Scooby-Doo (Ooh)
And that bitch gon' slurp that dick just like a flurry (A flurry)
And my diamonds VVS, they ain't blurry (Water)
Heard you signed a deal with the white man
And they sayin' that you're Illuminati (No)
Boy, don't listen to them fucking critics
They gon' make me and Grizzley catch a body
I just be rolling, I be sober (Sober)
My mama's house got put inside foreblosure (Blatt)
I'm a blood so you know that means foreclosure (SuWoo)
Don't fuck with us, them Detroit **** slump you over (They'll slump you over)
That pussy mushy, gushy, nasty like some yogurt (Just like some yogurt)
I up the Glock and leave your ass looking like you did yoga (Oh)
I don't want no pressure, hell no, my slime gon' slump you over (Slatt, yeah, slump you over)
Where we at, we eatin' lovely (Lovely)
Fuck your bitch from the back and hit my Dougie (Yeah, yeah)
I am not your boyfriend, bitch, you just my buddy (Just my buddy, bitch)
And a **** no Blac Youngsta, but I'm tryna Kid-Kid Cudi (Cudi)
[Chorus]
Coolin' in the cut with my shooters (Cut with my shooters)
Thirty clip hangin' out the Ruger (Right out my Ruger)
And I'm in yo' dreams, Freddy Krueger (Slimes in your Ave)
Don't fuck with me, my young ****'ll do ya
Blood, they gon' do ya, my young ****'ll do ya
Do ya, do ya, do ya, my young ****'ll do ya (Do ya, do ya, do ya)
She on her knees and she screaming hallelujah (She screaming)
She on her knees and she screaming hallelujah
Written by: Jamell Maurice Demons, Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr., William Dalton Van Zandt