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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
BIG30
BIG30
Vocals
Mac Critter
Mac Critter
Vocals
FTO Sett
FTO Sett
Vocals
30Roc
30Roc
Programming
Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Bates
Daniel Bates
Songwriter
Deundraeus Portis
Deundraeus Portis
Songwriter
Kaimon Carwell
Kaimon Carwell
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
Songwriter
Samuel Gloade
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
30Roc
30Roc
Producer
Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
Producer

Lyrics

(Twysted Genius, baby) (What it do, 30?)
Blrrrd (What it do, 30?)
Wop
Yeah
Fuck the opps crazy (Crazy)
Motion in the city, movin' dope just like the '80s (That work)
More guns than the Navy
Never wrote a statement (No)
Go check out them pages (That paperwork)
Amiri jeans crazy (Designer)
High class, nothin' basic (Basic)
Cookout Runtz, I'm facin' (Packed 'em)
Diamonds hittin', glacier (Ice)
Widebody spacious (Spacious)
Fresh up out the can, Icy Gang Sett got 'em hatin' (Hatin'-ass ****)
****, you owe me, pay me, seen too much, I'm takin' (Pay me, buster-ass ****)
Still gon' hop in the Wraith for that bacon, hop out, gang done faced him, baow (Yep)
Run with the members, the mafia, reach for my chain, I pop him (Glued his ass)
Completed whole lot of missions, half of that shit was impossible (Impossible)
Thirty deep from the opps, Scat Pack shakin' they houses, yeah
Trooper tryna get behind me, out of there, couldn't even stop it
Bitch, fuck the opps crazy
Yeah (Yeah)
Man, man this shit crazy (Crazy)
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Blrrrd, they flavors)
This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily (This shit a daily)
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gave it (Man, ho, you gave it)
Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager
I see these **** hatin', I ain't losin' sleep about it though (No)
Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep (Blrrrd)
No one gon' take care of me the way that I take care of me (Take care of me)
Get booked in front security, your bodyguard ain't scarin' me ('Curity, No)
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did, he barely lived (Grrt)
Askin' me, "Take care of it," I squash it if I pay the bill (Pay the bill)
I don't play detective games they play, no, I don't play with them (Play with them)
I don't free-pick **** when I beef or show no favoritism (No favoritism)
Lil' boy still need training wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols (Baby pistols)
All these fours and babies in my house, I'm like a babysitter (A babysitter)
Gucci Mane and Shiesty twins, we bait him in, then play the **** (Slime)
Machine gun friends, twin F&Ns, stand on ten, I raised the **** (Slatt, Brrt)
Shoot him first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, **** (Let's go)
Police keep on tasin' ****, one shot kill, amazed the **** (Amazed the ****)
Shiesty, that's my Dirk Nowitzki, ain't no way I'm tradin' the **** (Can't trade 'em in)
No shade, I'm too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the ****
Man, man, this shit crazy (Crazy, crazy)
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Blrrrd, they flavors)
This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily (This shit a daily)
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gave it (Man, ho, you gave it)
Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager (Yeah)
1017 hundred, they like, "Mac Critter just gave it" (Gave it)
I know the opps sittin' back, lookin' like, "That shit crazy" (Crazy)
7th Street ****, but a North Memphis baby (7th Street, baby)
Switches hit him, leave him lazy (Grrt, boom, boom)
Cut him off by his navel (Boom)
Still servin' the neighbors (Neighbors)
Thick-ass ho, won't save her (Nah)
I put on that Vlone, any occasion (Drip, sauce)
When I'm in the Benz or the Scat, like to race it (Race it)
She like liquor and I like Wock' (Wock')
Spinnin' the city all night with an opp (Yeah)
All that blue money make a ho flop (Flop)
Ho gon' go and that's off top (Top)
You a ho just like your daddy (Popped)
Whole Memphis know we crashin' (Brr)
Ain't got no motion, ain't havin' no action
Pretty-ass ho, she thick, I'm smashin' (On God)
Thick-ass ho, on God, I'm smashin'
These **** scared, runnin' from that smoke, when I see the opps, I'm clashin'
Man, man, this shit crazy (Crazy, crazy)
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (Blrrrd, they flavors)
This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily (This shit a daily)
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gave it (Man, ho, you gave it)
Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager
(Twysted Genius, baby)
(What it do, 30?)
Written by: Daniel Bates, Deundraeus Portis, Kaimon Carwell, Radric Delantic Davis, Rodney Lamont Wright Jr., Samuel Gloade
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