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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Vocals
Yo Gotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Tony Dwayne Brown Jr.
Songwriter
Terrance Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scotty OTH
Producer
Twill
Producer
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Earl E. Washington
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm comin' up on Dunn's, finna pass Lem Turner
Finna pass Edgewood and Golfair and shit
Finna get off 'fore M.L.K.
Ride that bitch all the way down to Third and get off, ride East
Don't come in frontin' now, we can meet whenever you wanna meet up
I'll be there ten, five minutes, top
From Grant Street on by, all the way to Seventh
Wherever you feel the safest, that is your choice, ****
[Verse 2]
They call this bitch the hellhole, it's bammin' like a H spot (A H spot)
Tryin' to dodge them cell door, me and my **** hate cops (We hate cops)
Better go get some money while you out here tryna make opps (Make opps)
If you ain't havin' straight drop, how you gon' shut down they spot? (Ah, they spot)
Shortstop, ****, I was right there when the dope dry (The dope dry)
No lie, ****, I was right there when the coke was high (The coke was high)
Get the bag and don't subtract, you always add and multiply (And multi-)
God forgive me for this and that, but if he lack, he 'posed to die (He 'posed to die)
[Verse 3]
You get your chance, you 'posed to try ('Posed to try)
Bro, he killed your mans, you suppose to ride (You 'posed to ride)
He dissed again, tell him post it now
The nights get cheaper every more you buy (More you buy)
Go to hell, I'm 'posed to fry, better kill erry **** that supposed to die (Supposed to die)
Fuck the playoffs, boy, I need a trophy now
Better go slide soon as you notified (You notified)
Draco, shorty ain't even twenty one
They gon' let the court decide (The court decide)
They say no dracos on us till we twenty one
But how we gon' survive? (We gon' survive)
But fuck it, I need no remind, say you forgot, must I remind you? (We gon' survive)
Same ****, you be on Insta tryin', be the same **** that'll come and find
[Verse 4]
They call this bitch the hellhole, it's bammin' like a H spot (A H spot)
Tryin' to dodge them cell doors, me and my **** hate cops (We hate cops)
Better go get some money while you out here tryna make opps (Make opps)
If you ain't havin' straight drop, how you gon' shut down they spot? (Ah, they spot)
[Verse 5]
Shortstop, set up shop with everythin' that they got (That they got)
No, don't cut the stock, this the same one that **** Tay got (That Tay got)
Chevy, what you on? Bruh, let's pop out, we on they block (On they block)
Wanna do what we do, but they cannot
That's the shit that got your dawg popped, yeah
[Verse 6]
We want all opps dead, we leave all thots on read
If one of them send her, then bust her head
I'm in a rental with one of them sinners
You know that we tint 'em, that's just how we play it (Just how we play)
What's the cause of death? He bled
Ain't see the shooter 'cause he flex (It's 'cause he dumb)
CP3 on the way, he ain't come to play and these **** scared (When they go home?)
Well, you can come out, I swear it safe
We gon' do this music shit instead (We're blessed)
Make 'em stand on everythin' they said
Bitch, stop talking, put your head down
Better be cautious, I heard the Feds 'round
You know they watchin', what they call it, ****?
[Verse 7]
Well, they call this bitch the hellhole, it's bammin' like a H spot (A H spot)
Tryin' to dodge them cell doors, me and my **** hate cops (We hate cops)
Better go get some money while you out here tryna make opps (Make opps)
If you ain't having straight drop, how you gon' shut down they spot? (Yuh)
Shortstop, ****, I was right there when the dope dry (Yuh)
No lie, ****, I was right there when the coke was high (I am)
Get the bag and don't subtract, you always add and multiply (CMG shit, ****)
God forgive me for this and that, but if he lack, he 'posed to die (He 'posed to die)
[Verse 8]
From North Memphis to Jacksonville
From dog food to selling pills (Yuh)
Fish scales and bells and givin' street **** record deals (I am)
Presidential level six, the Lamborghini bulletproof
Twosome on the dash and you couldn't touch me if you wanted to (Yuh)
We made thuggin' popular and yeah, I fuck with poppin' 'em
And all my opps, fans, I may autograph their drac for them
**** say they gon' do some to me, I'ma pray for them
Still outside in the public, I'm just waitin' for them, yeah
[Verse 9]
They call this bitch the hellhole, it's bammin' like a H spot (A H)
Tryin' to dodge them cell door, me and my **** hate cops (We hate cops)
Better go get some money while you out here tryna make opps (Make opps)
If you ain't havin' straight drop, how you gon' shut down they spot? (Ah, they spot)
Shortstop, ****, I was right there when the dope dry (The dope dry)
No lie, ****, I was right there when the coke was high (The coke was high)
Get the bag and don't subtract, you always add and multiply (And multiply)
God forgive me for this and that, but if he lack, he 'posed to die (He 'posed to die)
Written by: Janarious Wheeler, Mario Mims, Terrance Williams, Tony Brown, Tony Dwayne Brown Jr.