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Credits

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

Lyrics

Ridin' 'round with Glocks, we got mops 'cause your street clean
Fuck a album, I be pushin' bodies, this a street team
I just heard a song he screamin', "Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt"
When I catch him, I'ma lay him back, back, back, back
You can run and park but you can't hide
Heard he dissed me in that song but he ain't slide
I just heard a song he screamin', "Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt"
When I catch him, I'ma lay him back, back, back, back
Choppa from New Orleans, get that shakin', it's that choppa style
Smokin' opps, I can burn a **** like a black and mild
He killed your mans, I let him join the gang 'cause I like his style
(I'm in his shots) I'm André, got 3000 just like Idlewild
Dancin' with that Drakeo while I shoot check my two step
I've been knockin' **** off since I touched down, I got a few left
He not my blood but I know 'cause keep a choppa, he got a blue step
I set it off from bad ass but I'm not my cousin, boof, yeah
Ridin' 'round with Glocks, we got mops 'cause your street clean
Fuck a album, I be pushin' bodies, this a street team
I just heard a song he screamin', "Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt"
When I catch him, I'ma lay him back, back, back, back
You can run that park but you can't hide
Heard he dissed me in that song but he ain't slide
I just heard a song he screamin', "Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt"
When I catch him, I'ma lay him back, back, back, back
Got a hunnid in a drum, what you mean? This a party pack
And ****, bitch, I'm runnin' circles through my cul-de-sac
Tell your brother to chill before you never get your sibling back
Drakeo get the, like I told Lil' DJ to run it back
Bitch, I be with demons, I'm real evil, I can't right wrongs
Got my stick up in that party so don't think this is a fight song
Don't take no disrespect talk out your neck, you might not last long
They call me a dummy, I just need somebody I can crash on
Ridin' 'round with Glocks, we got mops 'cause your street clean
Fuck a album, I be pushin' bodies, this a street team
I just heard a song he screamin', "Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt"
When I catch him, I'ma lay him back, back, back, back
You can run that park but you can't hide
Heard he dissed me in that song but he ain't slide
I just heard a song he screamin', "Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt"
When I catch him, I'ma lay him back, back, back, back
Written by: Frederick Givens II, Jackie Plant Jr., Norman Payne
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