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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BigXthaPlug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Xavier Landum
Songwriter
Tony Coles Anderson
Songwriter
Rashard Tremayne Mcneil
Songwriter
Khalid Tarig Monawar
Songwriter
Bishop L Grinnage
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Coles Anderson
Producer
Beezo
Producer
Ephortless
Producer
Slizer
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Ephortless
Beezo need cash only, you dig?
Ay
Tony Coles
Yeah
[Chorus]
How the fuck did you fold? You was stuck to the code
You was my little bro till you switched up
Used to be at my shows, you would stand in front row
You remember how deep we was sticked up?
See, your partners my partners, you trusting my trust
But now if I see 'em, they hit up
She was playin' both sides, she the real money mind
Bet she leave when you're broke and you locked up
[Verse 1]
I was stuck in that cell, I was fightin' like hell
I got out, got a spot and then locked up
'Member whipping the pot, turn the powder to rock
And I starved till that paper had stacked up
Spent the whole year runnin' them racks up
The pandemic really was shit, it ain't stop nothin'
You not having that shit, boy, stop frontin'
No more locations, I'm ready to pop somethin'
I extended my stack till the Feds started knockin'
You remember? I think I was brought in
We had drove off the top just to do that lil' show
You must knew I was ready to blow then
I ain't start all this shit, you had went to the 'net
I just knew it was smoke, so I copped me a TEC
Bitch, I know when we glide, we gon' slide in a 'Vette
That shit hurt when your partner become a lil' threat
[Verse 2]
I got me some paper and now he upset
Could've stuck to the plan, you was next
We don't speak, so I guess it's respect
If it's not, well then, fuck it, just leave it at that
But just know if you reach for your strap, you whack
Never beef with a ****, this facts
Never lackin', I stay with a strap
I put this shit on my son, it ain't goin' like that, ay
[Chorus]
How the fuck did you fold? You was stuck to the code
You was my little bro till you switched up
Used to be at my shows, you would stand in front row
You remember how deep we was sticked up?
See, your partners my partners, you trusting my trust
But now if I see 'em, they hit up
She was playin' both sides, she the real money mind
Bet she leave when you're broke and you locked up
Written by: Bishop L Grinnage, Khalid Tarig Monawar, Rashard Tremayne Mcneil, Tony Coles Anderson, Xavier Landum