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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarom Su'a
Jarom Su'a
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
Brian Lee
Brian Lee
Songwriter
Malachi Kalen Cohen
Malachi Kalen Cohen
Songwriter
Angel López
Angel López
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Jideonwo
Peter Jideonwo
Executive Producer
Jarom Su'a
Jarom Su'a
Producer
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Angel López
Angel López
Producer

Lyrics

Know I be wildin', but I see my balance
No, it ain't drugs, I'm just high of your love, girl, you send me off
Yeah, girl, you send me off, yeah
I ran through the racks, I ain't goin' back
When I'm deep in your walls, girl, you send me off
Yeah, I might risk it all
It's gon' be murder in the first degree
If I hear 'em talkin' down on your name
Then I'm pullin' up and firin' away
Baby, I don't play 'bout you and me
It's gon' be murder in the first degree
And it don't matter if you're far away
Just bang my line and I'm on the way
You know I don't play 'bout you and me
It's gon' be murder in the first degree
Man down, oh
Man down, oh
Man down
Man down
I ran through the racks, I ain't goin' back
When I'm deep in your walls, girl, you send me off
Yeah, I might risk it all
It's gon' be murder in the first degree
If I hear 'em talkin' down on your name
Then I'm pullin' up and firin' away
Baby, I don't play 'bout you and me
It's gon' be murder in the first degree
And it don't matter if you're far away
Just bang my line and I'm on the way
You know I don't play 'bout you and me
It's gon' be murder in the first degree
Written by: Angel López, Brian Lee, Igor Mamet, Jarom Su'a, Jose Angel Velazquez, Malachi Kalen Cohen, Melvin Ray Moore Iii, Michael Lamar White II
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