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PERFORMING ARTISTS
VonOff1700
VonOff1700
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rashon Carter
Rashon Carter
Songwriter
Davon D Meeks
Davon D Meeks
Songwriter
Tyran Blackmon
Tyran Blackmon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Honchoo00
Honchoo00
Producer
BolegsThisyou
BolegsThisyou
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Free my hood, ****, fuck your hood, ****
I'm still posted on the Ave where it's all good, ****
Tell the opps come post they side, we gon' pull up and kill all they ass, **** (Free them drivers, free them murderers, man)
[Verse 1]
I say, what 'bout the opps? We be killin' they ass (For real)
What 'bout they block? We be spinnin' they shit (They shit)
If I can't get to him, I'm sendin' a blitz (Go get 'em)
Way before rap, I was goin' on hits
None of that shit gon' change, still toss with the gang, get a switch, I'm extendin' the clip (For real)
Walk with that bitch in my hand, I'll be damned if I got that bitch tucked on my hip
[Chorus]
Bitch, we just beat up the road, came back with twenty-two thousand off an eight hour trip (Facts)
Kick her ass right out the crib, put on your clothes, go on 'head, call your Lyft (Bye)
Caught his ass goin' to work, bounced out on him, the **** was clockin' his shift (His dumb ass)
Famous done broke my app, he can pay ****' bonds, he done got rich off 'scripts
[Verse 2]
My right pocket filled with dubs, I guess it's a Blood, my left pocket blues, it's Crip
I ain't gon' say too much, but you can go ask what happened when they shot up my whip (They dead)
His dumb ass died at the store, was it really worth it? Them must've been some good-ass chips
We killed that **** on camera, play that shit back, we got a good-ass clip
Bro 'nem'll glass your Chase, come get great, we got some good-ass slips (Shit)
Baby, I don't even wanna fack, but you could suck it, you got some clear-ass lips (For real)
You wanna learn how to slide? Ask Toss Gang, we got some good-ass tips
One of the opps so fat, can't wait 'til he die, that's gon' be a big old RIP
That **** say he with the hottest, he just dropped a tape, that bitch got so many skips
Can't even open my eyes, I'm gone off the drank, I done took too many sips (For real)
If I could do it, ****, you could do it, I done climbed too many cliffs (Shit)
I ain't got shit to give, don't come 'round beggin', I done gave too many gifts (No cap)
If none of this shit don't work, we back in the basement, ****, we right on 5th
Playin' them internet games and dissin' the dead, that got his dumb ass killed
Soon as he got in the station, the lil' **** told, I knew the **** wasn't built (Bitch ass)
Left his ass layin' on the ground, bullet holes all in his head, left his dumb ass stiff (Dead ass)
[Chorus]
Bitch, we just beat up the road, came back with twenty-two thousand off an eight hour trip (For real)
Kick her ass right out the crib, put on your clothes, go on 'head, call your Lyft
Caught his ass goin' to work, bounced out on him, the **** was clockin' his shift
Famous done broke my app, he can pay ****' bonds, he done got rich off scripts
[Outro]
We'll kill everybody, ****
We'll come kill you, ****
We'll— I'll slime my own blood, ****
I don't give no fuck, ****
The biggest, ****
Written by: Davon D Meeks, Rashon Carter, Tyran Blackmon
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