Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Vocals
hardbody Beazy
Programming
DJ Chose
Programming
Kevin Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Jackie Plant Jr.
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
DJ Chose
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat
Put a brick on my wrist
Put a brick on your mans
I'm representing the brand
They want me dead, they got plans
Hunnid shots in the Lamb'
Catch a shot or be down
Niggas switch, I can't stand
Want me dead or in the can
I just caught one in the head
I ain't running, I ain't scared
I just ain't tryna be dead
You know what I rep and you know what I bleed
We the ones put these niggas on tees
Big dog, I can't eat with no fleas
Popsicle, put a nigga on freeze
Talk down but I still be up
Hunnid on me, is you gon' take it or what?
They need security to go to they hood
How you gon' say that they realer than us?
I was gangster 'fore the buzz
Stain that nigga like a rug (ah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, it's love
Even crips call me "blood" (ah)
30 rounds, only time that I'm deep
Real nigga from the booth to the streets (ah)
Name a place and I bet that I'm good
Don't need security to go to my hood
I was gangster 'fore the buzz
Stain that nigga like a rug (ah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, it's love
Even crips call me "blood" (ah)
30 rounds, only time that I'm deep
Real nigga from the booth to the streets (ah)
Name a place and I bet that I'm good
Don't need security to go to my hood
Rumors been surfacing, ain't no emergency here
I don't get worried a bit
One of your workers just spent
But he ATM, meaning he got a squirting attempt
Make sure you tell 'em I'm built
Make sure you know you on go with the burner for real
Make sure you tell 'em that I do not flinch
Your vision get blurred whenever you squint
Clear for departure now
Solo in parts of town
You niggas don't walk around (yeah)
Streets love a real street nigga love
They roll a red carpet out
Yo' image a gimmick, so how is you realer than us?
What is they talkin 'bout?
I only fear Allah and I'm runnin it up
Ayy, you gotta walk me down
Make sure you tell 'em, I'm one of them men
And I'm standing on ten, from the street to the pen
Make sure you tell 'em, I step in the section
Respect is on heavy, not one to pretend
Make sure you tell 'em I'm ready to die
If you shoot and you miss then a murder commence (Allah Akbar)
Breadwinner try, pelican fly
They pull up and put you in burgundy Timbs
I was gangster 'fore the buzz
Stain that nigga like a rug (ah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, it's love
Even crips call me "blood" (ah)
30 rounds, only time that I'm deep
Real nigga from the booth to the streets (ah)
Name a place and I bet that I'm good
Don't need security to go to my hood
I was gangster 'fore the buzz
Stain that nigga like a rug (ah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, it's love
Even crips call me "blood" (ah)
30 rounds, only time that I'm deep
Real nigga from the booth to the streets (ah)
Name a place and I bet that I'm good
Don't need security to go to my hood
Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat
Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Look like DJ Chose
Writer(s): Norman Payne, Fredrick Ii Givens, Jackie Plant
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