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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
VonOff1700
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian J. Wolf
Songwriter
Levin Buhtz
Songwriter
Davon D Meeks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
bwolf201
Producer
Tapekid
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh, come on
Free my hood, ****, fuck your hood, ****
I'm still on the Ave where it's all good, ****
Tell the opps post they side, we gon' come through and kill all they ass, ****, for real
[Chorus]
Alright, I'm ridin', this shit done got me mad, why? 'Cause I can't find these ****
Uh, wherever we catch him at, that's where he gon' lay, he play, we gon' bounce out, get him
By time we swung them doors and he looked up, he ain't even know what hit him
Whenever I sign my deal, whoever it's with, just know it's gon' be six figures (For real)
[Verse 1]
I be puttin' it on, sometimes I go get fly and I don't even take no pictures (For real)
Bitch, is we fuckin' or not? Let me know now, we ain't finna go out to dinner
While you was in school, somewhere followin' the rules, ****, I was outside spinnin'
Still gon' do what I want, so don't even talk, ****, I'm not gon' listen (I'm not)
Wherever I go, I'm biggest, I was nineteen, bullyin' **** in prison (In jail)
Last **** got clapped up was dumb as fuck, got caught tryna him some chicken (His dumb ass)
Now I'm finna shoot my gun, I just can't stop, I think I got an addiction
Your bitch don't wanna home 'cause I balled her up, I put her different positions
Every time they get clapped up, they die in twos, I guess they got a tradition
I really don't got no friends, we ain't locked in if we ain't never went on no mission
This car ain't mine, that's why I'm runnin' the lights, I don't give a fuck 'bout the tickets
The opps outside, tell 'em I'm on my way, I'll be there in a minute (I'm comin')
Uh, dissin' my homie, it's alright, you finna pay him a visit (For real, for real)
I left four **** dead with just four bullets, that's how I knew I was gifted (Okay)
I don't want that switch to go on the back of my gun if that bitch 3D printed
Every time he slide, he don't wanna kill nobody, that's why he keep on missin' (For real)
Bitch, I'm young and turnt, just come around if you wanna see how I'm livin'
Everybody ask for somethin', damn, check up on me, you don't wanna see how I'm feelin'?
Before I was doin' this rap, I was on North Ave or I was somewhere stealin' (For real)
Uh, **** be dyin' over lil' stupid shit they say, so don't put me in your mentions
Tryna hurt my feelings, jump from dick to dick, that bitch gon' be in the clinic
When we bounced out on him, the **** was runnin' so fast, you thought he was in the Olympics
Just got a brand new Drac', the opps ain't safe, this bitch big as a midget
She done pulled out her phone, tried to put me on the 'Gram, this bitch pushin' her limits
Through all my cases, I was the one gettin' indicted, I wasn't never the witness
Got tired of basketball, wasn't shit else to do, so I fell in love with the trenches (For real)
The robbers and killers can vouch, check my name, ****, I stand on business
I wasn't a regular kid, when I was sixteen, bitch, I was labeled a menace (For real)
Get the fuck out of my face, I don't got legs, ****, I don't wanna kick it (I don't)
Stop sayin' my name, I promise I will not respond, you **** be seekin' attention
I mix purple and green, I done sipped too much lean, I'm in a different dimension
If I catch me an opp, I don't care if we in front of a church, I promise it's gon' be a killin'
[Chorus]
Alright, I'm ridin', this shit done got me mad, why? 'Cause I can't find these ****
Uh, wherever we catch him at, that's where he gon' lay, he play, we gon' bounce out, get him
By time we swung them doors and he looked up, he ain't even know what hit him (Dumbass)
Whenever I sign my deal, whoever it's with, just know it's gon' be six figures (For real)
[Outro]
****, know it's gon'—
Free my hood, ****, fuck your hood, ****
Written by: Brian J. Wolf, Davon D Meeks, Levin Buhtz