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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
Dewayne Kennemer
Dewayne Kennemer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Polo G
Polo G
Executive Producer
WayneOnABeat
WayneOnABeat
Producer
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
Recording Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Steven “Steve-O” Carless
Executive Producer
Stacia Mac
Stacia Mac
Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Once we start a riot, we can't keep quiet (Quiet)
We want all the smoke, fuck the peace signs (Signs)
All gas, no breaks, we just going to keep slidin' (Slidin')
Aye, Glock cook a ****, he get deep fried
[Verse 2]
Snakes in the grass, watch out for rats and all the felines (Lines)
I cut everybody off, keep hittin' decline ('Cline)
I swear these pain killers got me on the deep vibe
Miss the old days, got me wishin' I could rewind ('Wind)
[Verse 3]
Make sure my phone on DND, I keep my door closed
I've been tryna put the rap game in a choke hold (Uh)
Diamond VVS, Gucci Cuban, color rose gold
We got weed, pills and lean by the boat load
Don't stop at red lights, we stuck in go mode
They killin' kids, wonder why the summer so cold
When your face pop up in my head, all I can say is damn
Don't try to test us in here, like we don't ace exams
For one night, she gon' turn up to this song like it's her favorite jam
And I'll slide in that X7 'fore I take the Lamb'
Critiquing all my movements, type of shit that make me hate the 'Gram
No, I'm not perfect, just accept me for the way I am
[Verse 4]
Once we start a riot, we can't keep quiet (Quiet)
We want all the smoke, fuck the peace signs (Signs)
All gas, no breaks, we just going to keep slidin' (Slidin')
Aye, Glock cook a ****, he get deep fried
[Verse 5]
Snakes in the grass, watch out for rats and all the felines (Lines)
I cut everybody off, keep hittin' decline ('Cline)
I swear these pain killers got me on the deep vibe
Miss the old days, got me wishin' I could rewind ('Wind)
[Verse 6]
Had to make some plays up in that field, bitch, we got tired of fumblin'
Hidin' them lil' shorties who stepped up, like who gon' slide or somethin'?
My **** won't play, they hawk shit down till you get tired of runnin'
He tripped and fell, they stood over him, and that nine was dumpin'
Like taco night, we leave them shells sittin' inside your stomach
Story the same, you know the usual, we die for nothin'
I dressed up for too many funerals, I'm tired of comin'
Made it out that shit, but it left scars, I'm still survivin' from it
All them bad thoughts just tore me down, felt like my mind was crumblin'
I just want all this shit figured out, I swear I'm tired of wonderin'
Just 'cause y'all rep the same thing, don't mean them guys a hunnid
I come from starvin', fightin' cases, now I'm flyin' to London
[Verse 7]
Once we start a riot, we can't keep quiet (Quiet)
We want all the smoke, fuck the peace signs (Signs)
All gas, no breaks, we just going to keep slidin' (Slidin')
Aye, Glock cook a ****, he get deep fried
[Verse 8]
Snakes in the grass, watch out for rats and all the felines (Lines)
I cut everybody off, keep hittin' decline ('Cline)
I swear these pain killers got me on the deep vibe
Miss the old days, got me wishin' I could rewind ('Wind)
Written by: Dewayne Kennemer, Taurus Bartlett
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