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P Yungin - I’m Ok/Blood (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
P Yungin
P Yungin
Vocals
BlokkOnDa808's
BlokkOnDa808's
Programming
Dissan
Dissan
Programming
APGoKrazy
APGoKrazy
Programming
ProdKayo
ProdKayo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamrein McClay
Kamrein McClay
Songwriter
Devontae Loper
Devontae Loper
Songwriter
Julian Varlet
Julian Varlet
Songwriter
Oscar Knight
Oscar Knight
Songwriter
Archie Patmore
Archie Patmore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BlokkOnDa808's
BlokkOnDa808's
Producer
Dissan
Dissan
Producer
Bobby Youngblood
Bobby Youngblood
Mastering Engineer
Blokk
Blokk
Mixing Engineer
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
Mixing Engineer
APGoKrazy
APGoKrazy
Producer
ProdKayo
ProdKayo
Producer

Lyrics

Turn me up, Dissan
Ayy, Blokk, crank it up
Kayo, this one crazy, fool
Long as I ever knew, that shit was never right
Back sitting on this set
And the other **** tryna get that price
That time when they tried to spin
I had my blick
I was tryna come down on sight
Sippin on lean, got me feeling right
I don't need no bad bitch, I got perfect sight
Puffin' ashes on my opps grave
Since they won't send the blicks
Never liked school, fell over money
Been thuggin' before this shit
Now since I blowed, a lot of people changed on me
Yeah that same ****, just ridin' round with a hunnid
Still gon' post with the pack when I want to
Fuck what you gon' do
**** steady saying what they gon' do
Silly boy with a hat full of tricks
Cause you know that I spin my hem, boy
Your soul won't live
Fuck that lil' bitch
I don't want her no more
Remember days up in that pack
And we was going through them demos
Where I'm from if you a rat, then we gon cut you
****, fuck you mean?
Bitch, we strapped down with all kind of shit
ARs, choppas, glocks, yeah all kind of sticks
You can't survive the beef with me
My ****, yeah, we sliming shit
Free the ones from out the K
You know they banging, yeah behind this shit
Thuggin' since I was 11
I got my web perc all protected
When he got caught he went to tell it
Made it with my dream, this shit a blessing
Catch a **** down bad
Leave him restless
Light up a cigarette, then go back stressin'
These hoes they be trippin'
Don't know what to tell ya
Better keep you a gat
'Cause them haters gon catch it
Oh
She think that she bad
But no she ain't
When I jump inside it, bitch, you better make me sank
Oh
Spin up on they block
Now they can't think
COS that be my gang
Kill a opp, then shoot out of range
And that's on trilley, bitch
Long as I ever knew that shit was never right
Back sitting on this set
And the other **** tryna get that price
That time when they tried to spin
I had my blick
I was tryna come down on sight
Sippin' on lean, got me feeling right
I don't need no bad bitch, I got perfect sight
Puffin' ashes on my opps grave
Since they won't send the blicks
Never liked school, fell over money
Been thuggin' before this shit
Now since I blowed, a lot of people changed on me
Yeah, that same ****, just ridin' round with a hunnid
Written by: Archie Patmore, Devontae Loper, Julian Varlet, Kamrein McClay, Oscar Knight
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