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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sheek Louch
Sheek Louch
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Jacobs
Sean Jacobs
Composer
Randy Ousley
Randy Ousley
Composer
Ray Middleton
Ray Middleton
Composer
Mario Pizzini
Mario Pizzini
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinny Idol
Vinny Idol
Producer
Supa Mario
Supa Mario
Producer
Liveson and Poobs
Liveson and Poobs
Recording Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
James Cruz
James Cruz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
D-block, Ten Hut (Shoot)
My street **** are you ready?
Less more
[Verse 2]
I'ma ryder clap off hop in a divider (Lets go)
Keep the car neutral let it roll back
Big A.K. tied to the ski rack (Yeah)
Brick a 100 pack (Uh-huh)
Sold off sheet rock, 2 guns up bitch that's D-Block
My flow pretty like a peacock (Haha)
My **** locked up, but yeah they still on P cock (All day)
To dangerous, me and my **** Kiss (What up Jada)
[Verse 3]
Shine more than the stones on babies wrist (Whoo)
The fifth jump like double dutch in the hood
I'm about to blow fuck knocking on wood (Yeah)
'Cause if I don't I'ma knock on the glass of your 600 (What)
None of y'all want it (Nah)
And I don't mean track and field
When I ask you to run it (Come on)
I'm nice as fuck I love to buck
Tuck it in before your ass get stucked motherfuckers
[Verse 4]
Fall in, fall in
Aim fire
[Verse 5]
Don't ever ask me about whats his name, fuck him he whack
Should wear a condom in the booth because I be fucking the track
Not be in the hood a lot so I be ducking the rats
The white tee is 4x 'cause I be tucking my gat
Take my shit off and knuckle up it's nothing with scraps
That's how it usually happen to a **** who front and get clapped
Louch and Kiss y'all **** don't want none of that
P probably working out doing stomach and back
One in your chest the other 16 in your hat
Left forensics trying to figure out the meaning to that
They robbed you before so you know what it meaned to get yaked
And you a bitch so you know what it mean to get slapped
We can shoot it out everyday an hour of slugs
I'm in the coop knocking Luther the power of love
**** you can feel the heat for yourself
And you can hate all you want
But the music gonna speak for its self, what
[Verse 6]
Hold fire, hold fire
Started running, started retreating
Fuck it fire again
[Verse 7]
Leave **** broken up ox 'em down wait for them to yell
And see they skin open up
A nice guy but I'm evil and I hurt you
Anybody that you ever seen me would of merked you
And I get my money of the diesel and the purple
'Cause these industry **** would easily desert you
Feels good to talk with my ****
D-block you know what time it is
Baby, walk with my ****
[Verse 8]
Stop talking lil' **** for y'all ass get stomped
Yeah, we mans and all that but y'all really our comp (Yeah)
And I'm on my A game was on B too long
Stepped it up 16s crazy strong
Every hood bump sheek now
In the house, in the whip, in the summer
Hear it better with the top down (Whoo)
We can get it on (Get it on)
Or we can let it off (Let it off)
After doing it in the yard up North, bitch
Written by: Mario Pizzini, Randy Ousley, Ray Middleton, Sean Jacobs
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