Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guapo
Performer
DarooBaby
Performer
GetRichZay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aron Arthurs
Composer
Jorgen Sweeney
Composer
Bradley Day
Composer
Darrin Liggins
Composer
Isaiah Deon Hargo-Barnette
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HardOCC
Producer
BradXDay
Producer
Jordan Scott
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Blackler
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
(Brad, turn that up)
Opp-ass **** keep playin', okay, cool, I'ma come through, split his shit
Clean Up Crew the clan, boy, you gotta be street to be in that shit
Ayy, I smoke dead men, I don't give a fuck who killed the bitch
We was lurkin' two deep in a fast car behind tint
They don't come outside, yeah, them boys know they in danger
These **** keep shootin' and missin', I'm like, "Boy, please get your aim up"
No, I ain't sendin' no disses, I'm gon' come outside and flame somethin'
And lil' bro keep spinnin', he just tryna get his name up
Ayy, 5.56s shoot like missiles, that lil' boy got flamed up
Know .223s gon' go through trees, that's just some shit that you can't duck
Ayy, his ho bad, she from overseas, he can't believe his bitch got fucked
Guap done got some change and stayed the same, boy, I ain't changin' up (Ayy)
We pop out, make **** tuck they chains and put them watches up (Ayy)
Opp ho give me brain, she give me drops and then I'm poppin' up
Ayy, ayy, soon as I got my check, bought Audemars Piguet
Do a drill with VVSs, I slide all in my baguettes (Ayy)
Treat my bitch like shit, but I love that ho when she give neck (Ayy)
All I do is flex, in my town, they say that I'm next
Let shots up out this TEC, I bend down your block, bitch, you get wet
Young GOAT, the youngest vet, I got stripes on my shirt like a ref'
Big unc', you my lil' neph', I swang this 30, bitch, I feel like Steph
Thought I hit his bitch, kicked her out 'cause she had stanky breath
I popped another Percocet, bitch, I'm tryna take it there
Boy, you don't wan' take it there (Aight), you broke and I just can't compare
Uh, told my **** since they tryna act tough, we gon' take it there (Ayy, we gon' take it there)
Got his ass, his bitch was waitin' at home, he ain't even make it there
Say find the dough, flip the car, man, these people runnin' everywhere (Man, these people runnin' everywhere)
I swear they won't come outside, man, these **** won't fuckin' dare (Man, these **** won't fuckin' dare)
Uh-uh, lil' **** burned out cuffin' that ho, I was just pullin' her hair (I was just pullin' her hair)
Walk down while **** sittin' in car, pop out, fuck is you doin' in there? (Pop out, fuck is you doin' in there?)
So many shots out the Glock with the switch, got them fuck **** duckin' with they hands in the air (Fuck **** duck with they hands in the air)
All that cap-ass shit **** doin', he mad 'cause his right hand in there (Fuck **** mad, hah)
Uh, we turn **** to a brand, he'll be on the front of a shirt you wear (Front of a shirt you wear)
Swear them boys got cutters, done opened his mind, look like we doin' surgery in here (Look like we doin' surgery in here)
Uh, you'd think my young **** was a magician, he make **** disappear (He make ****)
Uh, he play with that six, got hit with that stick, now he in intensive care (ICU)
Written by: Aron Arthurs, Bradley Day, Darrin Liggins, Isaiah Deon Hargo-Barnette, Jorgen Sweeney