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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Scooter
Young Scooter
Vocals
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Milan Sunil Modi
Milan Sunil Modi
Composer
Kenneth Edward Bailey
Kenneth Edward Bailey
Composer
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer

Lyrics

Yung Lan on the track
Trauma Tone
Jugg king
Real street ****, ain't no flaws in me
(Ain't no flaws in me)
Half a ticket on and I ain't brought it all with me
(Count up)
If you my ****, I keep it real, I let you ball with me
(I let you ball with me)
They caught us with it, I took the charge, ain't let you fall with me
(The charge)
And I ain't gon' let you walk with me if you ain't crawl with me
(If you ain't jugg with me)
Ten chains on but I ain't brought it all with me
(Eliantte)
Bale thunderstorm, pounds droppin' by the fifties
(Droppin' by the fifties)
First foreign I ever had was a 650
(Skrrt-skrrt)
Me and 550 had pounds for 450
(450)
My partner Ty gave me half on a 650
(Skrrt-skrrt)
Fuck the feds, free Trident and OG Ricky
(Fuck 'em)
I'm part of the Mob just like Gotti, get the strap, 50
(Brrah)
And I ain't leavin' out the house without the sack with me
(Racks)
At sixteen I was in school and I had crack with me
(Cocaina)
Every day we breakin' in houses, me and Mob petty
(Finesse)
Stayed down, got a .36, call it Jerome Bettis
(Yeah)
Fucked the money up and told side bring a fifty
(Count up)
A hundred a piece from Slime and Future, that's a quarter milli'
(Count up)
In six months I made two M's, stretchin' work like a gym
(Jugg)
I love my **** just like brothers, so thank God for them
(Street)
Real street ****, ain't no flaws in me
(Ain't no flaws in me)
Half a ticket on and I ain't brought it all with me
(Count up)
If you my ****, I keep it real, I let you ball with me
(I let you ball with me)
They caught us with it, I took the charge, ain't let you fall with me
(The charge)
And I ain't gon let you walk with me if you ain't crawl with me
(If you ain't jugg with me)
Ten chains on but I ain't brought it all with me
(Eliantte)
Bale thunderstorm, pounds droppin' by the fifties
(Droppin' by the fifties)
First foreign I ever had was a 650
(Skrrt-skrrt)
Bought that .9 milli' from Q BayBay, cost me $650
Used to punch on **** with Scooby and JJ
Foe caught a body, I was sendin' him JPay
I ain't wanna die, was only in sixth grade
We was gettin' shot at, I'm callin' ShayShay
I know last week sent my momma a dub
Then walked in Barney's and spent like 8K
I was like fifteen, up in the club
Glock under my belt, had that bitch on hug
When I got shot, tell the police nothin'
My momma knew she raisin' a thug
Walk in that bitch, three empty guns
She just gon' sweep that under the rug
'Member I ran through that sixty and ain't had none
Took some lil' pints, told 'em get it in blood
Now I'm spendin' a whole bunch of hunnids
Aye Lil' Pint, what you sippin', lil' blood?
What I'm is? With Bloods
What I'm is? And 150 thugs
That's how we went on the run, a sprint
We'd get bored, shoot **** for fun
We try and practice some
Oh, he thought he wasn't no factor, huh?
Real street ****, ain't no flaws in me
(Ain't no flaws in me)
Half a ticket on and I ain't brought it all with me
(Count up)
If you my ****, I keep it real, I let you ball with me
(I let you ball with me)
They caught us with it, I took the charge, ain't let you fall with me
(The charge)
And I ain't gon let you walk with me if you ain't crawl with me
(If you ain't jugg with me)
Ten chains on but I ain't brought it all with me
(Eliantte)
Bale thunderstorm, pounds dropping by the fifties
(Droppin' by the fifties)
First foreign I ever had was a 650
(Skrrt-skrrt)
Written by: Herbert R Wright, Kenneth Edward Bailey, Milan Sunil Modi
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