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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
NLE Choppa
Vocals
CashMoneyAp
Programming
Loshendrix
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Carlos Daniel Munoz
Songwriter
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Loshendrix
Producer
Andrew Grossman
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
(CashMoneyAP) ooh, ooh, no, no
NLE the Top Shotta
Uh, posted (posted), in front of the trap (front the trap)
Sellin' dope 'til the sun come down (come down)
Take a fuck nigga right off the map (off the map)
When I hit him with this whole hunnid rounds (a hunnid rounds)
Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (with my Glock)
You wanna play, and then this bitch goin' down (it's goin' down)
We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (get to blazin')
I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk down on 'em in Balenciaga runners
My blood slime a nigga out just like an anaconda
You go against me, then you fucked just like a used condom (you fucked, yeah)
I roll 'em up, and then I smoke 'em like some good ganja, ayy (I smoke 'em up, yeah)
Still doin' drive-bys, but I wanna walk 'em (I wanna)
If I can't find 'em, you know I'm gonna stalk 'em (I gotta stalk 'em)
Caution tape up on the scene, I had to white chalk 'em (grrt, grrt)
Runnin' from my gun, but my bullets had to hawk 'em (grrt, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Uh, posted (posted), in front of the trap (front the trap)
Sellin' dope 'til the sun come down (come down)
Take a fuck nigga right off the map (off the map)
When I hit him with this whole hunnid rounds (a hunnid rounds)
Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (with my Glock)
You wanna play, and then this bitch goin' down (it's goin' down)
We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (get to blazin')
I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Nigga, I was posted on the corner where the J's at
Roll up in the four by four, pull up at the corner store
And I got red in my drank when I pour up soda
I remember prayin' that the feds never take the Motorola
Choppa got the choppa, make 'em do a backflip
Pay my dawg a dime to walk him down, he need the racks, bitch
I been drinkin', I been takin' all this codeine to the face
Got a lotta M's in the safe, caught a murder, then I beat the case
I was just about to do the race
Uh, posted (posted), in front of the trap (front the trap)
Sellin' dope 'til the sun come down (come down)
Take a fuck nigga right off the map (off the map)
When I hit him with this whole hunnid rounds (a hunnid rounds)
Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (with my Glock)
You wanna play, and then this bitch goin' down (it's goin' down)
We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (get to blazin')
I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Rodrick Moore, Bryson Lashun Potts, Carlos Munoz
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