Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bastian Völkel
Songwriter
Christoph Bauss
Songwriter
Jose A. Velazquez
Songwriter
Luca Starz
Songwriter
Tim Friedrich
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Angela Lopez
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bastian Völkel
Producer
Federico Vindver
Producer
Angel López
Producer
Shucati
Producer
Timbaland
Producer
Javier Merino Valverde
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ayy, on some real shit
I'll take everything from these fuck ****
(All that ****, run all that shit, ****, call whoever, we with all that, ****)
[Verse 2]
Ayy, somebody tryin' to sell a gun, I say let me buy it (Pull up)
Took a extra gun with me 'cause I'm finna rob him (My money)
He took the bullets out, gave it to me, I upped on him (Watch out)
He said, "Damn", I said, "****, get the fuck on" (Get the fuck on)
This one ****, I barely knew I hit a lick with him (Let's get it)
Sold everythin' and I ain't split shit with him (Nothing)
If I don't know you, I'ma hold you, suck it up, 'cause I'll smoke you
Now act like you want some beef and I'll show you, ****
[Verse 3]
**** tryna sell a pound, I ain't never heard of dawg (Who's he?)
Told him bring it to the car, got it and skirted off (Skrrt)
He fucked up when he started talking that murder talk (Oh yeah?)
Don't know what happened, but I heard somebody murked him off (Boom)
Big ice, shootin' craps with my wrist bright (Let's get it)
If I lose too much money, I'ma switch dice (Run it)
Bitch, I'm worse than the casino with these trick dice (Got it)
Win a hundred K and then be like, "I quit, guys" (Gone)
Did everything I heard, that's why I can't be got
You think I can be got? (Oh, yeah?) You think you can't be shot?
Hit a **** older sister and get the top
Then get mad when he ask, "Like, why would I do that, my guy?" Look (Not your sister)
[Verse 4]
If you ain't with the squad, then you're free game (Pussy ass ****)
I'm done givin' passes to these sweet thangs (**** soft as fuck)
Catch you comin' out the jeweler, get a free chain (Run that, bitch)
Make you buy this bitch back for double what you paid (I need double)
If you ain't with the gang, then it's open season (Pussy ass ****)
You don't love us, we don't love you either (Fuck y'all ****)
Give me everything, I swear to god, I need it (Run that)
Run your pockets, in return, you can keep breathing
Hoes get it, too, they don't get left out (They don't get left out)
Told her I'ma spend the night, hit her then crept out (Then I crept out)
Before I dip, go in her purse, take a stack out (Let me get that)
Get her iPhone charger and then I bail out (Let me get that)
[Verse 5]
Local rapper I don't fuck with, let me hear it (Let me hear it)
Tax a **** for a feature, then don't clear it (Fuck it)
Book a session, let my hood **** engineer it (Get that shit)
When I leave, pull that truck up, take they equipment (Get that)
Ayy, I be robbing, I be lootin', I be stealin' (All that)
Anybody that ain't with us a potential victim (Fuck 'em)
He wanna buy his watch back, tell him bring us 50 (Pull up)
When he pull up, take the money, rob whoever with him
[Verse 6]
Bitch, if you ain't with the squad, then you're free game (You're free game, ****)
I'm done givin' passes to these sweet thangs (**** soft as fuck)
Catch you comin' out the jeweller, get a free chain (Run that)
Make you buy this bitch back for double what you paid, ****
If you ain't with the gang, then it's open season
You don't love us, we don't love you either
Give me everything, I swear to god, I need it
Run your pockets, in return, you can keep breathing
[Verse 7]
Bitch, free them killers and them jackboys
Yeah, big guns and we whack boys
Bitch, free them killers and them jackboys
****, big gun, I'll whack boy
Written by: Bastian Völkel, Christoph Bauss, Federico Vindver Arosa, Jose A. Velazquez, Luca Starz, Terry Wallace, Tim Friedrich, Timothy Mosley