Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Performer
Lil Tjay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Polo G
Songwriter
Lil Tjay
Songwriter
João Victor Alba Duarte
Songwriter
Dylan Berg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JD On Tha Track
Producer
Luis Bordeaux
Recording Engineer
Denly Morisset
Mixing Engineer
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Iceberg
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' ****, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane
[Verse 1]
She don't like her body, left the doctor with a new shape
Blowing up my phone 'cause she just seen me with my new bae
Heartbreaker, ladies love me like I'm Cool J
She was tryna cling onto a ****, but it's too late
Booked a flight to Cali, racks and condoms in my suitcase
And every single dollar in these bands gotta blue face
Diamonds in the Rollie, they in HD like it's Blu-Ray
The way that I been ballin' should make the cover of 2K
Show out for the summer, I might pull up in a new Wraith
Dissin' on the gang, that's gon' only get your crew chased
And we hawk shit down, better tighten up your shoelace
Lil' bro get up close and let the Glock .22 spray
[Chorus]
We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' ****, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I called lil' bro, he said he ready for the stain
What you claim? You a lame, you ain't never put in pain
Boy, I be around some killers that go crazy for the gang
If I showed you all my charges, you won't look at me the same
Made some choices in my life I wish I never had to make
Lost my brother, seen him die and I just seen him graduate
Got that .40 on my side and I'm just rollin' past the jakes
Bro, my hands can do the job and I ain't talkin' masturbate
I was in and outta states 'cause I had a bag to make
I risked my life, but it's alright 'cause God ain't let me pass away
Fuck tomorrow, spin the block, just know we comin' back today
I call Polo, he come dolo, we get 'em the fast way
[Chorus]
We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' ****, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane
Written by: Dylan Berg, João Victor Alba Duarte, Lil Tjay, Polo G