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Hip Hop Gangster Rap 2021 Mix| Trap Tape #3
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Elijah Ohiri
Elijah Ohiri
Songwriter
Gregory Sanders Jr.
Gregory Sanders Jr.
Songwriter
Horace Walls III
Horace Walls III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
StoopKid
StoopKid
Producer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer
Hitman Audio
Hitman Audio
Producer

Lyrics

Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner
Informers, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie
In my bag, Goyard, Chanel and Louis Vuitton
**** hoes, bro
I swear to God, if he a fed
Cook his ass and call one of mine
What's that in the air?
We call that opp pack
How he sellin' that and he ain't dropped shit, ****, how?
What's that in the air? We call it block pack
Block pack, roll him in the hood
Aye, blow that bitch shit down
Turntest **** in the city, he a foe
I came up off appeals
Bitch and rеd, meds, legs
Thesе **** in the city y'all hoes (Y'all hoes)
I know about that deal big homie took on his mans
Bring me grams
Maybach with a driver, fork and a stick
I'm MacGyvern gon' hold shit down till I retire
Back to back, me and money wired
Say I ain't the turntest, bitches be liars
Same freak on a flyer
Free Woo, hope it ain't in the feds when I see Woo
Five big bodies in 'bout three coupes
Still supplyin', I'm sellin' free juice
Bitch, we was never equals
Fuck a **** hatin' on me
And fuck a **** hatin' on Rese
Still yellin', "Free Skeet", hit 'em D
Doggy bone, bitch, where the bean
Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner
****'s corners, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh, well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie in my bag
Goyard, Chanel and Louis Vuitton
**** hoes, bro
I swear to God, if he a fed
Book his ass and call one of mine
What's that in the air?
We call that opp pack
How he sellin' that and he ain't dropped shit, ****, how?
Ever run into it, I'ma blow his ass down, bitch
When I catch that boy, I'm gon' step
I had dove in that water
And I turned to Michael Phillips
I built that shit by myself
When they see what I almost built
They want to ask me, can they help
They say you talk to such and such, fuck no
What you gon' do to such and such, gun blow
This AK not a mini, it's a jumbo
Choppa bullets look like crayons
Color on your front door
Opp pack, opp pack, opp pack
I don't smoke but I done made a couple opp packs
Drop that, drop that, drop that
Silly me, got butter fingers
Caught an opp and then I dropped that
(Blow his ass down)
Written by: Dion Hayes, Elijah Ohiri, Gregory Sanders Jr.
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