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PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Aaron Butler
Aaron Butler
Songwriter
Oscar Braojos Garcia
Oscar Braojos Garcia
Songwriter
Marcos Castro Antoñana
Marcos Castro Antoñana
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tymaz
Tymaz
Producer
Marshak
Marshak
Producer
Kevin “No Credit” Spencer
Mixing Engineer
Khaya "Macxsn" Gilika
Khaya "Macxsn" Gilika
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Flex On The Beat
Flex On The Beat
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
All of a sudden, they wanna win wit' us but ain't spin with us
Ain't load them Glockies or choppas or them FNs with us
My **** been killin', Dunk got like ten with 'em
Fuck all that squashin' and talkin', we tryin' to end ****
Might throw yo' shit back, I'm off a six-pack
These **** shootin' at randoms, they want some get back
[Verse 1]
To all you window shooters, I'm Mista Walk Down
Cuz was slick with his tongue, but he can't talk now
Bitch, I don't wanna talk now
Fuck how much it cost now
Still be throwing sixes, free the fours, you know we off fives
I just bought the hood blicks, I'm back on my Dugg shit
Fuck a **** bitch and try to switch, you know that bullshit
I be with the wolves, goblins, bulls
Take a **** money, cars, jewels
Still thuggin' with the hittas, this for all the killas
If I'm being honest, I feel like these **** bitches
They weren't out here with us when we was out here drillin'
They startin' to see the chicken, now they all up in they feelings
I'm yellin', "Fuck a ****," ain't never trust a ****
I missed a whole year and they still ain't fuckin' with us
[Chorus]
All of a sudden, they wanna win wit' us but ain't spin wit' us
Ain't load them Glockies or choppas or them FNs with us
My **** been killin', Dunk got like ten with 'em
Fuck all that squashin' and talkin', we tryin' to end ****
Might throw yo' shit back, I'm off a six-pack
These **** shootin' at randoms, they want some get back
[Verse 2]
Why you ain't slide for your mans, who on that shit bag?
Why you ain't kill for them **** who took that ten for you?
How y'all be bragging on bitches you know I been fuckin'?
This like my sixth summer, my neck cost six something
Nah, we ain't stop for the hook, we had a brick on us
I know that bitch want us, you know this bitch on us
Can't wait to catch a **** playin', I'm puttin' that stick on him
This for the six, homie, I'm from the east, cuz
That bitch eat dick, homie, that just for me, cuz
All of a sudden, they wanna win with us
But ain't stand up in them trenches on all ten with us
[Chorus]
All of a sudden, they wanna win wit' us but ain't spin with us
Ain't load them Glockies or choppas or them FNs with us
My **** been killin', Dunk got like ten with 'em
Fuck all that squashin' and talkin', we tryin' to end ****
Might throw yo' shit back, I'm off a six-pack
These **** shootin' at randoms, they want some get back
Written by: Aaron Butler, Dion Hayes, Marcos Castro Antoñana, Oscar Braojos Garcia
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