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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Percussion
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Bass
Rob49
Rob49
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Jackie Plant Jr.
Jackie Plant Jr.
Songwriter
Robert Thomas
Robert Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Producer
Johnny Gaitan JR
Johnny Gaitan JR
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
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
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