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