Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Rap
EST Gee
EST Gee
Rap
Isaiah Brown
Isaiah Brown
Keyboards
Jared Brown
Jared Brown
Keyboards
John Scherer
John Scherer
Guitar
Papa Abdou Fall
Papa Abdou Fall
Bass
Sterling White Jr.
Sterling White Jr.
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Brown
Isaiah Brown
Songwriter
Jared Brown
Jared Brown
Songwriter
John Scherer
John Scherer
Songwriter
Papa Abdou Fall
Papa Abdou Fall
Songwriter
Sterling White Jr.
Sterling White Jr.
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Spiff Sinatra
Spiff Sinatra
Producer
Big Papito
Big Papito
Producer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Isaiah Brown
Isaiah Brown
Producer
Jared Brown
Jared Brown
Producer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Mixing Engineer
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Free them boys, we them
Aye, free them boys, we them
Free them boys, we them boys, bitch
[Verse 2]
Aye
[Verse 3]
Pop out with my ice on me
Still get them pints gone
Fuck you want a price for?
You ain't coppin' slabs, ****
Bad bitch tell me that I'm better than her last ****
Rag bitch love me for throwin' 4s and droppin' fast ****
Doggy still be cashin' shit, fuck her good then pass the bitch
Wayward down to grasser bitch, I probably made a ticket there
If I'm in there them sticks in there, them bloods in there, we blitzing that
Front to back, bring triple back, on 85 for these feddy's
Cuddy's talkin' 65, that's only cause his fiends petty
Fuck it, put a 1 on it and ship 'em out
[Verse 4]
Ice bowls, ice bowls, I said I got 'em
IPhones, iPhones, I still got 'em
We take a jet to the bad, they buyin' best before they stride
I guess we know who not to kill us
Rest in peace, free my ****
[Verse 5]
Ric call, Apple call, then Skeet (I love them)
Murray call, 'Onte call, then MD (Hello)
White runtz, pink runtz, 4 a piece
Money bag, baby face EST
Bust down, touch down, then repeat it
65 a gram, ****, who can beat it?
Red eye, been a demon, fuck the Uris
Some youngins caught me slippin', I ain't trippin', got insurance
Bitch, I'm back again
I'm strapped again, you get whacked again
They got the hemmys, forgot the Benz
I put 10 on each, I know his mans
I know his bitch, I do not forget
Give me a week, ask about young, he do not exist
[Verse 6]
Thump shit, thump shit
Doggy them thump shit
Slump shit, slump shit
Doggy them slump shit
Kill ****, real ****
A bitch can get it too
What about your youngins, Doggy?
My youngins killers too
[Verse 7]
Thump shit, thump shit
Doggy them thump shit
Slump shit, slump shit
Doggy them slump shit
Kill ****, real ****
A bitch can get it too
What about your youngins, Doggy?
My youngins killers too
[Verse 8]
Fat bitch, I remember you
You been a ho since middle school
Dead or sippin' soup from off a spoon
That's what this switcher do
Cappin' **** pitiful
Condition never critical
He die before he even knew
Get some blood on all that blue
Face shot
Trappin' in the spot, making my H lock
How you get that rich before you sign shit? I had eight spots
In and out, can't stop
Two stoves, eight pots
One on every burner, we the ones who do the murders
Whacked his younger brother and the big one, shh, I know it hurt him
I ain't accidentally puttin' **** under, shit on purpose
It was rumors, but I heard it hit him four times with that burner
Know we thump shit, thump shit
Gee-ski them thump shit
What else you need to know about him?
He can't be fucked with
Set a **** up or something
Bitch, fuck all that slut shit
Let me pop this Perc before we fuck
Bitch, I might nut quick
Premature come to shootin'
That blower always bust quick
[Verse 9]
Thump shit, thump shit
Doggy them thump shit
Slump shit, slump shit
Doggy them slump shit
Kill ****, real ****
A bitch can get it too
What about your youngins, Doggy?
My youngins killers too
[Verse 10]
Thump shit, thump shit
Doggy them thump shit
Slump shit, slump shit
Doggy them slump shit
Kill ****, real ****
A bitch can get it too
What about your youngins, Doggy?
My youngins killers too
Written by: Dion Hayes, Garnett Ferguson, George Stone III, Isaiah Brown, Jared Brown, John Scherer, Khaya Gilika, Papa Abdou Fall, Sterling White Jr.
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