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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Von
King Von
Vocals
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Programming
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Songwriter
Dayvon Bennett
Dayvon Bennett
Songwriter
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Producer
Daniel Vargas
Daniel Vargas
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Robert Mendioro
Robert Mendioro
Assistant Mixing Engineer
jayme stoesser
jayme stoesser
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
[Chorus]
Let's get straight to it (Straight to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (Let's do it)
**** play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (We shoot)
The opps be sick, they losin' (Boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (We use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (He stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (Get a new one)
****, you don't wanna get into it (Nah, nah)
Let's get straight to it (Straight to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (Let's do it)
**** play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (We shoot)
The opps be sick, they losin' (Boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (We use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (He stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (Get a new one)
****, you don't wanna get into it (Nah, nah)
[Verse 1]
Ever since a shorty, I was poppin' out early
I was outside slidin' with the Glock .9 (With the Glock .9)
Catch him goin' to school, it's the right time (It's the right time)
If a **** don't front your move, better pipe down (Grrah, grrah)
Pop me a pill then I bite down
Six-Double-O, real shit, free BiteDown
Catch a **** lackin' then we shootin' on sight now
He got caught, now he Can'tGetRight now (Boom, boom, boom)
If they come outside and tryna post up, then we gon' spin they shit (Spin, spin)
We gon' hit they block with a whole hundred shots (Grrah)
No matter how deep they is (Get in, get in)
I shoot, **** don't shoot, no kizzy (Uh-huh)
He cheatin', it's gettin' real (Damn, damn)
Somethin' wrong, that boy can't miss (Uh-huh)
Get caught, I plead the fifth (Boom, boom, boom)
I said that was my last time the last time but I still slid (I did)
He said he was gon' kill me and my homies
Look, now he real dead (Now he dead, dead)
When them **** die, we don't feel bad (Uh-huh)
We get a real laugh (Yeah, yeah)
Get up on live, make him real mad (Grrah)
'Cause we want him real bad (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Chorus]
Let's get straight to it (Straight to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (Let's do it)
**** play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (We shoot)
The opps be sick, they losin' (Boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (We use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (He stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (Get a new one)
****, you don't wanna get into it (Nah, nah)
Let's get straight to it (Straight to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (Let's do it)
**** play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (We shoot)
The opps be sick, they losin' (Boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (We use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (He stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (Get a new one)
****, you don't wanna get into it (Nah, nah)
[Verse 2]
Got a whole thirty clip for him, huh
You better watch how you get 'cause shit can get lit for him, huh
When I show him this, huh, lil' Brodie gon' dip on him, huh
I'ma do what I want, ain't no gassin' Fivi'
Got the forty cali' in my jacket proudly
Boy, I had to build it then I had to lob it
You ain't did the shootin' then don't jack about it
Them **** fakin' the funk, I post what I like and I say what I want
I'm smokin' on opps, I don't play with no blunts
I send 'em on drills every 8th of the month
You catch a body and I pay 'em a bunch
I still get charged 'cause I gave 'em the gun
Stomach shots 'cause I hated his guts
I love my shooter 'cause he ain't give a fuck
[Chorus]
Let's get straight to it (Straight to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (Let's do it)
**** play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (We shoot)
The opps be sick, they losin' (Boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (We use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (He stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (Get a new one)
****, you don't wanna get into it (Nah, nah)
Let's get straight to it (Straight to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (Let's do it)
**** play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (We shoot)
The opps be sick, they losin' (Boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (We use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (He stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (Get a new one)
****, you don't wanna get into it (Nah, nah)
Written by: Darrell Jackson, Dayvon Bennett, Maxie Lee Ryles III
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