Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Vocals
JB
Programming
Tahj Money
Programming
Tntxd
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Tahj Vaughn
Songwriter
Justin Bradbury
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tahj Money
Producer
JB
Producer
Tntxd
Producer
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Pipe that shit up, TnT
(Tahj Money)
I put my trust up in this dirty -
Can't put my trust up in no dirty -
I had the stick on me when I worked doing dishes
They play games and hide like turtles - (sheesh)
That's why we murder -
I know a pastor with a body -
So I don't read no Bible scriptures
And I say, "Uh-uh"
I hopped off that porch with the torch (yeah-yeah-yeah)
"Uh-uh"
We make pistols spark when it's dark (yeah-yeah-yeah)
"Uh-uh"
I hopped off that porch with the torch (yeah-yeah-yeah)
"Uh-uh"
We make pistols spark when it's dark (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Lord, I can't hear my soul cry? (You know the Bible a lie, you hear me? But I still)
I ain't prayed in a while, yeah (I still praise God, you hear me?)
Yeah, the only thing that make me happy (but the Bible is a lie)
Is when we walk a - down (that nigga doin' worser than me, you hear me?)
I know a gang-, put his stick before his kids
I believe in God, I pray to him before I sin
Many tried, many died, felt the flame from the gat
Six feet under dirt, dig 'em up, you want him back (boom-boom)
I could go stupid with this dirty SIG (bah)
I'ma put you on the front page 'fore you take my momma kid
I'm out my body, out my top, I'm out my - league, yeah
Big ol' stepper, head dresser, tell me how you want your wig?
Split his - and do a bid
I get jiggy with that stick, we can dance, we could tango (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
If I want him bad, hop his fence, fuck a gate code (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
If he try me then he fucked like a bitch off of Bang Bros
I'm thuggin' I can't help it, told the Lord that I can't go
And I say, "Uh-uh"
I hopped off that porch with the torch (yeah-yeah-yeah)
"Uh-uh"
We make pistols spark when it's dark (yeah-yeah-yeah)
"Uh-uh"
I hopped off that porch with the torch (yeah-yeah-yeah)
"Uh-uh"
We make pistols spark when it's dark (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Lord, I can't hear my soul cry? (You know the Bible a lie, you hear me? But I still)
I ain't prayed in a while, yeah (I still praise God, you hear me?)
Yeah, the only thing that make me happy (but the Bible is a lie)
Is when we walk a - down (that nigga doin' worser than me, you hear me?)
I put my trust up in this dirty -
Can't put my trust up in no dirty -
I had the stick on me when I worked doing dishes
They play games and hide like turtles - (sheesh)
That's why we murder -
I know a pastor with a body -
So I don't read no Bible scriptures (boom, boom)
Writer(s): Tahj Vaughn, Thomas Horton, Justin R. Bradbury, Fredrick Givens
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