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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Hit
Big Hit
Vocals
HitgirlLENA
HitgirlLENA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chauncey Hollis Sr.
Chauncey Hollis Sr.
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
Ja'Lena Chauncey Hollis
Ja'Lena Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Dāvis Strauss
Dāvis Strauss
Recording Engineer
DAVID YUNGIN KIM
DAVID YUNGIN KIM
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Larrence Miller
Larrence Miller
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Murderer number two back on the creek
I pull my gat and squeeze it back, and **** go to sleep
The 9mm caught them **** in the wrong place
Two weeks later, dead body found with no face
[Verse 1]
I'm from the Sunshine State, the Bitty of Roses
Full of gangsters, hoes, and the stickiest doja
**** throwing them bows, better be humble
Busta better not stumble
Ballers better not fumble
Homies rumble and tumble
For your chronic and rocks
Through your pockets and socks
Through your whole stash spot
Tip top, on Lanes
Sporting that brown
Snakepits is down
Manners bread the town in Pasadena
Found out the grass is greener
Even one time pass up the misdemeanors
Recognize a bitty, infested with felons
Everywhere you look, you bee them Damus bailin'
Up and down Fair Oaks like the Rose Parade
Hit the wrong back street, end up in the grave
In Woodbury, deep in the cemetery
****, diss Pasadena, get marked out and buried
**** ducking these flurries, I double back, dumping harder
**** hugging the concrete, praying they don't get slaughtered
**** looking like, "Big Hit so fucking retarded"
That ain't shit, wait till these bitches get a bar of my daughter
[Verse 2]
Wrong place, wrong time, gotta do the race
Jakes on my ass, slimy **** slither through a case
Pulled up to a party and left ducking from them bullet rays
It ain't 'bout a thang, left a **** down to shorter days
'Cause I pump quick, drop sticks and make a bitty drop shit
100k round trips, never dropped a petty brick
On the phone to cook it quick, and that night go hit a lick
Come back home and hit a bitch, young and turnt and movin' slick
Stunting got these bitches sick, drop a load off inna ditch
Always been the type of bitch just to slime you inna sticks
Stick a needle in yo' pit or some Clear Eyes inna fix
Beat a baby out a bitch or bring a chipper for some tricks
[Refrain]
'Cause I'm a murderer
Can't put you bitches in the mix
Knock his dreads off quick, and hide you in the bricks
'Cause I'm a murderer
And break a brick up into six, now it's riches and chicks
It's too hard for me to get
'Cause I'm a murderer
Don't bring the blick and think you slick
**** hit you wit' some shit
Make you sit and take a piss
Cause I'm a murderer
Bitch, I'm flipping counterfeit
'Cause bussing checks and buss a bitch to pull up bussing four fifths
[Chorus]
Murderer number two back on the creek
I pull my gat and squeeze it back, and **** go to sleep
The 9mm caught them **** in the wrong place
Two weeks later, dead body found with no face
[Chorus]
Murderer number two back on the creek
I pull my gat and squeeze it back, and **** go to sleep
The 9mm caught them **** in the wrong place
Two weeks later, dead body found with no face
Written by: Chauncey Hollis Sr., Chauncey Hollis, Jr., Ja'Lena Chauncey Hollis
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