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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kay Flock
Rap
BIG30
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Perez
Songwriter
Rodney White
Composer
Bennie Briggman
Songwriter
Michael Briggman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Project Kidz
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Edson 'Con Edson" Avelar
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Man, these ****, they know I perform
The whole city, they know I put on
Thirties and beams, when it's time it get drawn
Said he like that, let's see what he's on
Oh, he tough? Got a beam on the Glock, can't duck
Outta luck, **** ran on his ****, got bluffed
[Verse 2]
Movin' Wock, with the chop, thirties stuck on me, I don't let 'em box
Let off shots, watch 'em bop, hallows they dancin' and rainin', I won't stop
I get money, I don't do Ciroc, need a baddie like Cardi to shake up the spot
I get money, I don't do Ciroc, need a baddie like Cardi to shake up the spot
I get money, I don't do Ciroc, need a baddie like Cardi to shake up the spot
Slide from both sides, we gon' wrap this **** up like a bowtie
Don't fold 'cause I know I'ma blow mine
My gun came with a safety, I broke mine
[Verse 3]
Man, these ****, they know I perform
The whole city, they know I put on
Thirties and beams, when it's time it get drawn
Said he like that, let's see what he's on
Oh, he tough? Got a beam on the Glock, can't duck
Outta luck, **** ran on his ****, got bluffed (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 4]
I'm slidin' Hellcat with a Glock, bad ****, front seat, it look like Vivica Fox
On the block everybody got a chopper, it's a thousand and somethin' shots tryna stop a **** car
We spinnin', everybody tryna rob, everybody catchin' bodies, everybody slang nines, we sinnin'
These **** ain't street, ain't **** like me, ****, tell me how the **** we twinnin'?
****, **** new friends, with them hammers till the end, 'cause they was down bad, broke with me
And they been like this from the beginnin'
And it's been like that from the start, we slidin' with switches and stolen cars
I'm so quick to hop out with the semi, run down with the hitters, send shots to your heart
And most of these rap **** ****, we catchin' 'em slippin', and shootin' at stars
My grandma told me God forgive and when I wack a **** just go pray to God
[Verse 5]
Man, these ****, they know I perform
The whole city, they know I put on
Thirties and beams, when it's time it get drawn
Said he like that, let's see what he's on
Oh, he tough? Got a beam on the Glock, can't duck
Outta luck, **** ran on his ****, got bluffed
[Verse 6]
Man, these ****, they know I perform
The whole city, they know I put on
Thirties and beams, when it's time it get drawn
Said he like that, let's see what he's on
Oh, he tough? Got a beam on the Glock, can't duck
Outta luck, **** ran on his ****, got bluffed
Written by: Bennie Briggman, Kevin Perez, Michael Briggman, Rodney White