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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
Rocket Da Goon
Rocket Da Goon
Vocals
Chris King
Chris King
Vocals
Fourtyeight
Fourtyeight
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rocket Da Goon
Rocket Da Goon
Composer
Christopher Cheeks, Jr.
Christopher Cheeks, Jr.
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White IV
Michael Lamar White IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fourtyeight
Fourtyeight
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We need some people that'd kill for us
We need some people that'd die for us
We need some bitches that's gon' ride for us
Because this shit is so dangerous
This life I'm living's so dangerous
The people 'round me so dangerous
The drugs around me so dangerous
This money on me so dangerous
[Verse 2]
Ay, this life I chose, this shit get dangerous
I'm doing so much drugs, I know this shit get dangerous
I'm hanging with the dope boys, you can't hang with us
When I'm going through some things, baby, fill up my cup
Please just leave me alone, I wanna be in my zone
In the studio late night, I don't even pick up my phone
Pulling up to the crib, paranoid one in the dome
Spinning the block two times, make sure you don't follow me home
Politicking on a ticket, me and my **** trying to get it
He said he want a chicken, I told him don't think about it
My **** just get it
Whatever you with, I'm with it, you already know that
I'm with the big homies right now and they shining just like Kodak
I'm sipping on lean, I'm floating
I pop me a Percocet, I get in my emotions
You don't know where I been or where I'm going
I'm on Pluto right now, I'm focused
[Verse 3]
We need some people that'd kill for us
We need some people that'd die for us
We need some bitches that's gon' ride for us
Because this shit is so dangerous
This life I'm living's so dangerous
The people 'round me so dangerous
The drugs around me so dangerous
This money on me so dangerous
[Verse 4]
They don't know that I'm strange enough to play with guns
The stainless ones, when cops come, put your bangers up
Your favorite model paid to fuck, you roll your own
They lacing yours with angel dust
Spray 'em up you say too much
Graveyard shift a ****, he late too much
Pull the pin from a hand grenade and feed it to him
Looking like he ate too much, goddamn
Slime bucket on your snotty nose
The clique kick, left his body froze
Seventeen inside the boot
Like my **** off of Hollygrove
Fuck my blunt, I never got it rolled
You a walking lick and you a pot of gold
I be sipping on lean till my body fold
Fucking with rock is my hobby though
Put your body where nobody knows
You owing me, don't slime me, folk
Come out you fuckboy, what you hiding for?
Your funeral soon vamanos
She gave me good head like a honor roll
And I got some good weed that I'ma roll
I am a king you should honor most
Stick to the script they don't got a code
Sipping on Wock but you know we don't run out of Tech
Rocking Air Force Ones while gripping the Tec, that's a Nike tec
Phone-line tapped, feds love to intercept
Hanging with the real right, get hit with the left
If you come disrespect
[Verse 5]
We need some people that'd kill for us
We need some people that'd die for us
We need some bitches that's gon' ride for us
Because this shit is so dangerous
This life I'm living's so dangerous
The people 'round me so dangerous
The drugs around me so dangerous
This money on me so dangerous
Written by: Chris King, Rocket Da Goon, Trippie Redd
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