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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Programming
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Programming
Seven7Hardaway
Seven7Hardaway
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Jackie Plant Jr.
Jackie Plant Jr.
Songwriter
Stanley Wright
Stanley Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Producer
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Big cutter that I bought for my big brother
That bitch slice a **** neck just like butter
Pull up on a **** block, burnin' rubber
And you know we dumpin' clips, I did not stutter
[Verse 2]
.40 Glock, AK's, cutter cut like switchblades (Spend a bag, spend a bag, spend a bag)
.40 Glock, AK's, cutter cut like switchblades
Fuckin' on his baby mama, I know where his head lay
[Verse 3]
And lately, I've been keepin' that pistol off safety
Gotta keep it on me, you know ****, they be hatin'
And lately, I've been keepin' that pistol off safety
Catch him, I'ma stretch him, I'ma rock-a-bye that baby
[Verse 4]
Top of the month, my shooter say he need his rent paid
I teach these **** how to step like I'm they sensei
He drop a diss, I drop a bag, I get the bill paid
**** talk like hoes, I give a fuck bout what a bitch say
Pull up on your block, I bet you know it's murder
Lil' one with the chair, they was hidin' like some turtles
Pull up with the chopsticks
Bitch, you know I drop shit
Put him in a wheelchair, you would think he bang Crip
[Verse 5]
.40 Glock, AK's, cutter cut like switchblades (Spend a bag, spend a bag, spend a bag)
.40 Glock, AK's, cutter cut like switchblades
Fuckin' on his baby mama, I know where his head lay
[Verse 6]
And lately, I've been keepin' that pistol off safety
Gotta keep it on me, you know ****, they be hatin'
And lately, I've been keepin' that pistol off safety
Catch him, I'ma stretch him, I'ma rock-a-bye that baby
[Verse 7]
**** run they mouth, they showin' off, I'm in they driveway
Before he switch to go in park, I'm shootin' sideways
Cutters on deck since everybody wan' be hard now
Pull up broad day and blow a kiss, go talk to God now
Put sixty in the whip, then double back and watch the crowd grieve
I watch detectives pick up shells from the crime scene
And I up this bitch in public, you will never see me catchin' face
Hundred-meter dash, pull the trigger, watch him relay
I hit the wrong ****, had to tell lil' mama stay
I just do it, ****, whatever, I catch you, I'ma make you pay
I ain't with no talkin', pick your coffin' 'cause you finna lay
I walk up broad day, a headshot, then holler, "G-way"
[Verse 8]
And lately, I've been keepin' that pistol off safety
Gotta keep it on me, you know ****, they be hatin'
And lately, I've been keepin' that pistol off safety
Catch him, I'ma stretch him, I'ma rock-a-bye that baby
[Verse 9]
And lately, I've been keepin' that pistol off safety
Gotta keep it on me, you know ****, they be hatin'
And lately, I've been keepin' that pistol off safety
Catch him, I'ma stretch him, I'ma rock-a-bye that baby
Written by: Frederick Givens II, Jackie Plant, Norman Payne, Stanley Seven7Hardaway, Stanley Wright
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