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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
Ghostrage
Ghostrage
Programming
Quay Global
Quay Global
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Chandler Tevas Ingram
Chandler Tevas Ingram
Songwriter
Chris N'Quay Rosser
Chris N'Quay Rosser
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ghostrage
Ghostrage
Producer
Quay Global
Quay Global
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Jorres Nelson
Jorres Nelson
Mixing Engineer
Timon Adams
Timon Adams
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hundred some shots, I shoot up the spot
They don't know if I did it or not
They don't know if he make it or not
Whippin' the brick till I break out the pot
Post up with the Drac' while I'm thuggin' with Josh
Got a beam on my gun, he duckin' to die
And blood on my side, he wipe when I snot
Don't you cry when I die, you better go slide
Go berserk in the bih, have a Perc' in the bih
Put my dick in her hand, make her jerk that shit
Put syrup on my dick, don't fuck with the shit
God damn, I damn near smacked that bitch
[Verse 2]
'Cause I charge on the brick 'cause I'ma smack it
Slap it, I ain't got a big homie, I don't even listen to my daddy
I remember them days I been ratchet
Now when you look at my wrist, it's a Patek
In the Demon and you know I'ma smash it
Give us a brick and you know we gon' wrap it
These special drugs, you know that we packin'
Take of the pack like you was a nanny
Few months ago, I got head at the Grammys
That shit was too borin', I'm whorin' and nasty
Two M in these door, I'm door dashin'
She dropped to the floor but the gun keep clappin'
Why the fuck would I stop 'cause I want a overkill?
My homie said that's a dumb idea
So I put him on a shit back, call him diarrhea
Don't call me slime, slatt, I'm a Crip
[Verse 3]
Hundred some shots, I shoot up the spot
They don't know if I did it or not
They don't know if he make it or not
Whippin' the brick till I break out the pot
Post up with the Drac' while I'm thuggin' with Josh
Got a beam on my gun, he duckin' to die
And blood on my side, he wipe when I snot
Don't you cry when I die, you better go slide
Go berserk in the bih, have a Perc' in the bih
Put my dick in her hand, make her jerk on that shit
Put syrup on my dick, don't fuck with the shit
God damn, I damn near smacked that bitch
[Verse 4]
I was missin' at first but the shooter gonna grow
Bitch fucked my bro but a hoe gon' be a hoe
My trap stay jumpin', got my deals on the low
Talkin' 'bout he a zip, but he really want Coke
If the opps at the party, I'm leavin' the party
Get in my car and then shoot up the party
Fill up the clip, .223's in my cargo
Put shots out the hip, have 'em runnin' retarded
I'm ahead of my time, I'm advance with murder
Don't bring his name up 'cause I murked him
All of my ****, they slide up on purpose
Do one of us, and you dyin', and hurtin'
[Verse 5]
Hundred some shots, I shoot out the spot
They don't know if I did it or not
They don't know if he make it or not
Whippin' the brick till I break out the pot
Post up with the Drac' while I'm thuggin' with Josh
Got a beam on my gun, he duckin' to die
And blood on my side, he wipe when I snot
Don't you cry when I die, you better go slide
Go berserk in the bih, have a Perc' in the bih
Put my dick in her hand, make her jerk that shit
Put syrup on my dick, don't fuck with the shit
God damn, I damn near smacked that shit
Written by: Bryson Potts, Ghostrage, Quay Global
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