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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Rap
EST Gee
EST Gee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Songwriter
David James Morse
David James Morse
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Morse
David Morse
Producer
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
(FOREVEROLLING)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, stretch sum'
Lately I been dreaming
Puttin' this heater on the next one
Lil' bro want me to sign him
I can't sign him till he catch one
He say I'm the reason this shit is
But then I stepped up
Fuck whoever next up
Tell 'em send they best one
[Verse 3]
We gon' send him back
Holdin' his hat with decompressed lungs
God help me relax
I throw two back, help my depression
These **** ain't steppas
They too sleepy and they messy eaters
Ecstasy, eyes bleeding, tryna watch some meaning
[Verse 4]
**** wanna be rappers badly
Okay, cool, let's book a feature
He kept hollerin', screamin', "Help me, Jesus"
When that choppa squeezin'
People need to learn how to take heat the same
'Cause I might not get you till I do then all your people dyin'
I was quiet, puttin' it on the line
Every day for mine
****, bitches, all on IG lyin'
Know that they ain't slidin'
[Verse 5]
You ain't never run or walk nothin' down
It's just something that rhyme
Ask about me way before I sign
Eye patch with a nine
With a button on the back
You slide, outside or die
You got up and on, don't lock no 5s
You ain't down to ride
[Verse 6]
Yeah, stretch sum'
Lately I been dreaming
Puttin' this heater on the next one
Lil' bro want me to sign him
I can't sign him till he catch one
He say I'm the reason this shit is
But then I stepped up
Fuck whoever next up
Tell 'em send they best one
[Verse 7]
I probably got a three piece
Two attempts with Ric and one with Skeet
When he had up and I had bust
I think he died but fuck it, I tried
And I know bitch, I fuck with Val
Von no shit, I'ma know that cow
All your hits probably came from Pow
Yeah, wow
[Verse 8]
Know I down
Skidz drag, Gotti blow
Bandz down, cherry go
Check that score
One for two to have a ho
**** be hoes, who the zone?
I was getting active, you was at home
****, I know you and I show you
Ain't been hoed, ****, I ho you
Free my brodie, never had a cody
Bitch got a AP, mama got a Rolli
And it's bust, bitch, free us
No more sellin' top, just 'cause
Send it to him, probably drop on fucks
Still got thirteen in my bust
Lost my main man, so what?
What about y'all? What about Dogg, bitch?
[Verse 9]
Yeah, stretch sum'
Lately I been dreaming
Puttin' this heater on the next one
Lil' bro want me to sign him
I can't sign him till he catch one
He say I'm the reason this shit is
But then I stepped up
Fuck whoever next up
Tell 'em send they best one
[Verse 10]
Catch sum'
Ridin' with two liters in my Demon
Tryna stretch sum'
Sonny got away with it
It's okay, I'ma get the rest of 'em
They know they got death comin'
I still tweak for Neff dummy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: David Morse, Dion Hayes, FOREVEROLLING, George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
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