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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitkidd
Hitkidd
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
PRE Peezy
PRE Peezy
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Shick
Glenn Shick
Mastering Engineer
Jonathan "Beez" Ball
Jonathan "Beez" Ball
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Kill 'em all, yeah
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
(Ayo, BandPlay)
Cutthroat La Familia, Paper Route 5L
You know what I'm sayin'? Paper Route business, Paper Route campaign
Whatever you wanna call this shit, ****
Yeah, yeah, get back gang, gang (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Uh, your bitch fave, uh
Yeah (Yeah), **** (What?), this shit still major (Ayy)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Ayy, don't tell me to slide, I was on that before my **** died (Shh)
These **** hidin', lil' bruh got a switch and he can't wait to try it (Yeah)
It's fuck the opps, yeah, let 'em rot, these ****, they be rappin' lies
I'm 'bout my guap, these **** clowns, yeah, these **** is Pennywise
Your bitch on my genitals (Phew, phew), yeah (Phew), I been gettin' it for a while (Phew)
Fourteen, stole a quarter pound, I ran it up, couldn't turn me down (Yeah)
Big Glock, I been runnin' wild, you want some beef? I slaughter cows (Yeah)
You know I don't play around, I keep that in and out of town (Fah, fah, fah)
[Verse 1]
I fucked her on the floor and couch, this bitch got glizzy in her mouth
My chopper like to twerk, it clap, the only bitch I'm worried 'bout (Yup)
****, I ain't worried 'bout 'cause all they do is run they mouth (Yeah)
****, I ain't worried 'bout 'cause all they do is run they mouth
Ayy, don't tell me to slide, I been on that for a long time (Fah, fah, fah)
These **** porcupines, backstabbin', that is not my kind (Cutthroat)
Hoppin' out a truck on twenty-sixes with my forty-five (Skrrt, skrrt, fah)
You know I rep that five, so that's why I got like five wives
I flip your ass like Five Guys (Yeah), choppers in all size (Yeah)
Big old Glocks, got all kinds (For real, yeah), gang 'nem got all kinds (Yeah)
I'm workin' hard, no part-time (Ayy), these **** part-time
I don't want some, need all mine (Real), yeah, I need all of mine (Bitch)
[Chorus]
Ayy, don't tell me to slide (Phew), I was on that before my **** died (Phew, phew)
These **** hidin', lil' bruh got a switch and he can't wait to try it
It's fuck the opps, yeah, let 'em rot, these ****, they be rappin' lies (Tss)
I'm 'bout my guap, these **** clowns, yeah, these **** is Pennywise (Phew)
Your bitch on my genitals, yeah, I been gettin' it for a while
Fourteen, stole a quarter pound (Ayy), I ran it up, couldn't turn me down (Yeah)
Big Glock, I been runnin' wild (Ayy), you want some beef? I slaughter cows (Yup)
You know I don't play around, I keep that in and out of town (Frrt, fah)
[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Written by: Anthony Holmes, Krishon O'brien Gaines, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
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