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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
FEVER 333
Vocals
Sueco
Vocals
Anthony Esperance
Guitar
Jacoby Shaddix
Vocals
Tobin Esperance
Bass
Tony Palermo
Drums
Jerry Horton
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Esperance
Songwriter
Colin Brittain
Songwriter
Jacoby Shaddix
Songwriter
Nick Furlong
Songwriter
Spencer Nezey
Songwriter
Tobin Esperance
Songwriter
Jason Aalon Butler
Songwriter
Sueco
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Papa Roach
Producer
Colin Brittain
Producer
Nick Furlong
Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Brendon Collins
Assistant Engineer
Kevin McCombs
Engineer
Michael Nolasco
Engineer
Lyrics
(Fuck you Tony!)
Bitch don't play with us
We far too dangerous
End up with a noose around your neck
Tryna hang with us
Better give up or we'll take you down, watch the crown
Get us started then it's over, "Blauw"
Make a statement, say it loud
Fuck the game and then take a bow
That's right
Got you running for your life
Got you praying on your knees
That you make it through the night
Yeah you stepping in the wrong place
At the wrong time
Walking right into the knife
Are you stupid, are you blind? (Are you stupid, are you blind?)
(Hey!) Am I talking to you clearly?
(Ho!) 'Cause I don't think you hear me
We see it how we call it (don't swerve in my lane)
Motherfuckers going all in (don't swerve in my lane)
So you better be cautious
'Cause I will never hesitate if you swerve in my lane
We see it how we call it (don't swerve in my lane)
Motherfuckers going all in (don't swerve in my lane)
So you better be cautious
I will never hesitate if you swerve in my lane
It's like you need the hype
All that bullshit in ya' life
Got you talking evil-like
You know you can't pay the price
Why you even trying to control me
Posing like a trophy
We're not affiliated in any way
You don't know me
X on my chest mark the spot, I'm a target
I'm not from this earth, ET, I'm a Martian
Fuck with my money, put his face on milk cartons
Welcome to the jungle, she my Jane and I'm Tarzan (hey)
Sub-Zero, finish him, Mortal Kombat
Skirt off in a Beemer, I'ma leave him like a mile back
My brother made a box from a dime bag
Now we eating good (hey), pockets playing lineback
So back up or it's bang, bang, bang
Get smacked up if you ain't gang, gang, gang
We see it how we call it (don't swerve in my lane)
Motherfuckers going all in (don't swerve in my lane)
So you better be cautious
'Cause I will never hesitate if you swerve in my lane
We see it how we call it (don't swerve in my lane)
Motherfuckers going all in (don't swerve in my lane)
So you better be cautious
I will never hesitate if you swerve in my lane
Writer(s): Nicholas Michael Furlong, Spencer Nezey, Colin Brittain Cunningham, Jacoby Shaddix, Tobin Esperance, Anthony Aaron Esperance, William Schultz, Jason Aalon
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