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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mozzy
Mozzy
Vocals
Shordie Shordie
Shordie Shordie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Greg Sekeres
Greg Sekeres
Songwriter
James Maddocks
James Maddocks
Songwriter
Milan Modi
Milan Modi
Songwriter
Raquan Hudson
Raquan Hudson
Songwriter
Timothy Patterson
Timothy Patterson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer
James Maddocks
James Maddocks
Producer
Greg Sekeres
Greg Sekeres
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Block shit, when we out, nobody's comin' out (Yung Lan on the track)
This shit get dangerous, don't bang with us, nobody's leavin' out
We made 'em favor us, can't hang with us, nobody's leavin' out
Like where you goin'? Ain't you from that bitch? Nobody's screamin' out (James 'bout that check, boy)
[Chorus]
Other side keep sayin' they want that boy dead
Them **** play, we puttin' money on his head
I'ma always slide through, just know I'm behind you
'Cause them **** played, them **** know they gon' lay
I've been so lonely
Missin' you bad, wasn't on 'em
I wish you had them knowing, you had a bag
Wish I could get you back, but now we just got memories
[Verse 1]
Miss you like never before, mentioned in hella my songs
Can't seem to let you go, trippin' forever, it's on
Wish you'd answer the phone, **** be like, "Why?"
Why they steal the real ones and leave the suckers alive?
Hey, I don't understand how they love you and never slide
You ain't tryna yellow-tape nothin', why you subscribe?
Trauma went untreated, a lot of shit on my mind
Apes together strong, but conquer when we divided
Brief moment of silence for the lost soldiers
Forever Pebbles, you can kill me if I cross over
And we ain't talkin' nothin' over, bitch, we smother shit
I do my Dougie with this fully, word to mother's kids
Love the whole hundred clip
[Chorus]
Other side keep sayin' they want that boy dead
Them **** play, we puttin' money on his head
I'ma always slide through, just know I'm behind you
'Cause them **** played, them **** know they gon' lay
I've been so lonely
Missin' you bad, wasn't on 'em
I wish you had them knowing, you had a bag
Wish I could get you back, but now we just got memories
[Verse 2]
Below zero was my heart temperature, ****
It's hard to picture you stiff, hop out the Masi' with stick
I'm kamikaze with clique, my akhi bodied his whip
Attempted bodies exempt, we slide mani'
You ain't prostitutin' your lil' coochie, then you fired, baby
She don't get that Louis purse she want, then she's a crybaby
Thank you for that K that **** gave me, bitch, I needed it
Call me when you need me, bitch, I'm pullin' up immediately, on mother's kids
Where he from? Bome again
Run it up and fuck a bitch, I'm worth over a hundred kicks in cash, ****
Lamborghini truck is slow as shit, I do the dash in 'em
I got off my ass and bought a bag, ain't never asked ****, gangland
[Chorus]
Other side keep sayin' they want that boy dead
Them **** play, we puttin' money on his head
I'ma always slide through, just know I'm behind you
'Cause them **** played, them **** know they gon' lay
I've been so lonely
Missin' you bad, wasn't on 'em
I wish you had them knowing, you had a bag
Wish I could get you back, but now we just got memories
[PostChorus]
Other side keep sayin' they want that boy dead (Woah)
Them **** played, we puttin' money on his head
I'ma always slide through, just know I'm behind you
If them **** play, them **** know they gon' lay
I've been so lonely
Missin' you bad, wasn't on 'em
I wish you had them knowing, you had a bag
Wish I could get you back, but now we just got memories
[Outro]
Woah
Hey, wish I could get you back, but now we just got memories
R.I.P. Lo, R.I.P. Cardo
R.I.P. Virgil (Wish I could get you back, but now we just got memories)
R.I.P. Pig, R.I.P. Pork
Rest easy, Reese
Rest in peace Vern
Damn
It's too many
Long live all the soldiers
Written by: Greg Sekeres, James Maddocks, Milan Modi, Timothy Patterson
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