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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Scooter
Young Scooter
Performer
Future
Future
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Future
Future
Songwriter
Young Scooter
Young Scooter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dy Krazy
Dy Krazy
Producer
Slowburnz
Slowburnz
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah (let's go) Yeah, yeah Hahaha, yeah-yeah, chi Monster, you don't know where you at? (Krazy Mob) You in gang territory, police wearin' green suits (yeah) Top model on the magazine, they ju' want powder they can toot (they want powder) I'm out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute (out the trenches) Fuck that bitch, I hit her bottom and top for a pair of shoes (yeah) I'm affiliated with them ones that's gon' bring hell through (gang) Pour a four in a 16, I'm a real nigga, stand up (pour) I throw on seven tennis bracelets ju' to go gamble (gamble) I'm a real street nigga, therefore, I'm hard to handle A mill' cash in all 20s, shit look real sloppy (count up) Introduced the world to juggin', let these rappers copy (jugg) All this ice all over my body, never played hockey (never played hockey) While the weed growin', I'm chillin' in the mountains, hikin' I'm always ballin' in New York, but never been to Dyckman (nah) 20 racks for a one-night stand, I don't need a bitch to like me (yeah) All I want is money (money), nothin' else excite me I get checks, no Nike, but I got plug prices The streets hot, they spinnin' shit like a ceilin' fan (brrt) If you get caught up, don't you tell to get up out the jam (pussy) Zone 1 and 6 in Atlanta, shit like gangland (gangland) Everybody goin' crazy for them free bands (street) You in gang territory, police wearin' green suits (yeah) Top model on the magazine, they ju' want powder they can toot (they want powder) I'm out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute (out the trenches) Fuck that bitch, I hit her bottom and top for a pair of shoes (yeah) I'm affiliated with them ones that's gon' bring hell through (gang) Pour a four in a 16, I'm a real nigga, stand up (pour) I throw on seven tennis bracelets ju' to go gamble (gamble) I'm a real street nigga, therefore, I'm hard to handle Told my bitch to leave me 'lone, go home and count up some rack I'm a certified skreet nigga, can't have me lookin' whack When I come through, I'm on two pills, slam that shit from the back I got skraight hair 'round my finger, hit her good, then give her a check I'm a rude nigga, I get screwed up and might buy a bitch a Ghost I got two Glocks and the Drac' on me at all times, I tote Told her drive that double R, told her how to whip it like a boat Got some shit from outta Paris, hittin' a whippet, doin' coke Kickin' down a nigga door, and then I took off outta sight It's so hard for Pluto to love you, I been 'round prostitutes all my life I was six years old, stand outdoors, seen a nigga nose get wiped Grew up in that six, a nigga get you blitzed, then fuck your wife I been rockin' so many diamonds, think VVS's in my vein I got bitches that can't post me, so I throw 'em a lil' chain She a real one, she gon' go all out about me like my gang Got a new bust down foreign, and I don't even claim her Pluto, yeah, you know how I'm rockin' You in gang territory, police wearin' green suits (yeah) Top model on the magazine, they ju' want powder they can toot (they want powder) I'm out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute (out the trenches) Fuck that bitch, I hit her bottom and top for a pair of shoes (yeah) I'm affiliated with them ones that's gon' bring hell through (gang) Pour a four in a 16, I'm a real nigga, stand up (pour) I throw on seven tennis bracelets ju' to go gamble (gamble) I'm a real street nigga, therefore, I'm hard to handle I'm a real street nigga, therefore, I'm hard to handle I'm a real street nigga, therefore, I'm hard to handle
Writer(s): Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Kenneth Bailey, Nicholas Anthony Santos, Krazymob Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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