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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Vocals
hardbody Beazy
Percussion
DJ Chose
Bass
Rob49
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Jackie Plant Jr.
Songwriter
Robert Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
DJ Chose
Producer
Johnny Gaitan JR
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we steppin' in my section
Your favorite rapper got protection
It's a body when we catch him
Bitch, you know I don't, bitch you know I don't
Bitch, you know I don't play like that
Them ain't facts, you just flexing
Don't ask why we gon x him
It's a body when we catch him
Bitch, you know I don't, bitch you know I don't
Bitch, you know I don't play like that
[Verse 2]
I put a bag on yo' brother
Marry my drac' not my lover
Put on a switch, now she stutter
Bitch, you know I don't, bitch you know I don't
Bitch, you know I don't play like that
[Verse 3]
Murder rapper, roll 'em up, I'm tryna match a ****
I'ma smooth stepper, put the paper on him like a faxed a ****
Gotta watch your partner, these **** be two faces
**** talkin' green, I been a swap him out for these blue faces
[Verse 4]
What's yo' body count?
What you living like?
All these **** be talkin' 'bout murder I don't believe the hype
Way before the rap, I was a demon
Way before the rap, that boy was screamin'
[Verse 5]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we steppin' in my section
Your favorite rapper got protection
It's a body when we catch him
Bitch, you know I don't, bitch you know I don't
Bitch, you know I don't play like that
Them ain't facts you just flexing
Don't ask why we gon x him
It's a body when we catch him
Bitch, you know I don't, bitch you know I don't
Bitch, you know I don't play like that
[Verse 6]
If I could still see my brother
I would tell him today all these cars ain't nothin'
All of these hoes ain't nothin'
All the shit I worked for ain't nothin' to me
How the fuck I beat the trap, I was just knee deep
I can't give no hoe my love
I'd die behind my brother
Told 'em catch 'em, then you stretch 'em
I don't wanna talk no more
In the trap house all day sellin' them drugs
Like I ain't got 250 at home tuck
Yeah, real deal trap ****
Bro done put it up
I ain't comin' inside no club if I can't bring this bitch in the club
I still be fuckin' the good, he beating up
Yeah, that pussy was so good, I'll kill him for her
[Verse 7]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we stepping in my section
Your favorite rapper got protection
It's a body when we catch him
Bitch, you know I don't, bitch you know I don't
Bitch, you know I don't play like that
Them ain't facts you just flexing
Don't ask why we gon x him
It's a body when we catch him
Bitch, you know I don't, bitch you know I don't
Bitch, you know I don't play like that
Bitch, you know I don't, bitch you know I don't
Bitch, you know I don't play like that
Bitch, you know I don't, bitch you know I don't
Bitch, you know I don't play like that
Written by: Frederick Givens II, Jackie Plant, Jackie Plant Jr., Norman Payne, Robert Thomas, Thomas Robert Kelly