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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rowdy Rebel
Rowdy Rebel
Vocals
OnPointLikeOP
OnPointLikeOP
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Marshall
Chad Marshall
Songwriter
Kirston Hedge
Kirston Hedge
Songwriter
Eross Antonio Mercedes
Eross Antonio Mercedes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eross
Eross
Producer
Chase
Chase
Producer
Eross Antonio Mercedes
Eross Antonio Mercedes
Producer
Chris "Murda" Burke
Chris "Murda" Burke
Mixing Engineer
NDA
NDA
Engineer

Lyrics

Ay
Ay, they got, and we got, but who get, huh
They got guns, and we got guns, but who get, ay
They got guns, and we got guns, but who get busy (but who get busy)
If I get caught, it's fed time, 'cause it's a switchy (yeah, this the frr)
**** moving like they tell her, moving iffy, ay (moving iffy)
I cut 'em off like Future did to Boston Richy (ay, what?)
**** askin' if I'm strapped, bitch, I'm sitchy (bitch, I'm sitchy)
Two 30s bitch I'm rolling like a 60 (bitch I'm rolling)
**** reachin' out for clout, tryna diss me (what?)
Before I dap around, go out like I'm Nipty (R.I.P. Nipty)
Ay, before I break her back in, I gotta get tipsy (get tipsy)
My project bitch just text me, told me that she miss me (ay)
My white cougar bitch love drinkin' on whiskey (ay, ay)
I told my main eater bitch that she can't kiss me (she knows)
I told my wifey book a flight and catch a tan
Everybody want my life but nobody wanna spend no bands
Got my bitches on the road getting giffies
Got my other bitches in the spot boosting with the Lizzy (you know)
Outside with this glizzy (what?), Playing laser tag
We ain't ninja turtles (nah), we don't play with rats
Bullets hit his face we leave no trace we made his face collapse (bow, bow, bow)
Then get back to this day, he in the grave, now we just made up
She wanna pop a perc but that pill fake that shit fentanyl (that shit fentanyl)
Real trench bitch, don't give a fuck if that shit stepped on (if that shit stepped on)
I can't leave the house without my gun on my Teflon (brr)
Ski mask every day 'cause who know I might just catch sun (bow)
I used to play the block
Me and Quento run for TNT (ay)
Almost had a shootout, broad day, front of DMV
Now I take trips fucking bitches different B&B's (come here baby)
When I hit LA keep a Glock long live PNB
Went from EBG to GLE, my whips don't need a key (no)
If you speak on me (what?), Better just keep a G (bow, bow, bow)
Everybody tough 'til they deceased (pussy)
Why you think they make sidewalks (why?)
'Cause everybody ain't street
They got guns, and we got guns, but who get busy (but who get busy)
If I get caught, it's fed time, 'cause it's a switchy (yeah, this the frr)
**** moving like they tell her, moving iffy, ay (moving iffy)
I cut 'em off like Future did to Boston Richy (ay, what?)
**** askin' if I'm strapped, bitch, I'm sitchy (bitch, I'm sitchy)
Two 30s bitch I'm rolling like a 60 (bitch I'm rolling)
**** reachin' out for clout, tryna diss me (what?)
Before I dap around, go out like I'm Nipty (R.I.P. Nipty)
Written by: Chad Marshall, Eross Antonio Mercedes, Kirston Hedge, Leonardo Bostan, Max Wonnenberg
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