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PERFORMING ARTISTS
VonOff1700
VonOff1700
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davon D Meeks
Davon D Meeks
Songwriter
Collin Lytle
Collin Lytle
Songwriter
Jack Cohen-Mungan
Jack Cohen-Mungan
Songwriter
Jacob Cooper
Jacob Cooper
Songwriter
Rashon Carter
Rashon Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CJ
CJ
Producer
Audio Jacc
Audio Jacc
Producer
Honchoo00
Honchoo00
Producer
Jacob Cooper
Jacob Cooper
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Double0)
Alright, **** be, okay
The fuck? Where the fuck is y'all lil' **** at?
Where the fuck is the opps at? (This gon' be crazy, Jacc)
Alright, uh (Okay, shit, fuck)
[Verse 1]
Let's go body for body (Let's do it), dollar for dollar (Your broke ass)
When we bounced out on him, the **** was hollerin' (He was screamin', "Shit, ah")
I was just down on my dick tryna catch me a lick, it was me and Lil Three, we was plottin' (Robbin')
Say he did what to lil' Von or took somethin' from me? Tell that lil' **** to stop it (Bitch ass)
**** got switches and Dracs, I'm comin' so different, I'm finna go buy me a rocket (Dumbass)
I did what I did for my mama, my brother, my granny, so ****, stop watchin' my pocket (****, I'm turnt)
****, I'm turnt, not burnt, you **** washed up, wherever I go, I'm the topic (You know that)
You ain't never did shit for me, but want somethin' for me? ****, what the fuck is your logic?
That **** did not wanna die, when we bounced out on him, that **** was faster than Sonic (His bitch ass)
Just got a brand new ten with a button, a Vec', and the top of this bitch got an optic
One of the opps tryna rap, he don't get no views, all of his shit be floppin' (That shit so weak)
Dissed on the gang, he was found with a shot to the head on the ground, layin' next to the garbage
**** talkin' 'bout they some goons, shout out Lil Wayne, ****, I run with some goblins
I'm finna go out robbin' (Come here), at 4 a.m., I done caught me a white **** joggin' (I need it)
Wanna laugh 'bout the opps on a post, I don't give a fuck, you'll die just over a comment (You know that)
He don't wanna come outside, if I catch his bitch, I'm fuck around, shoot off her bonnet (Her bitch ass)
You **** can't do what I do, if you seen what I seen, half you ****'ll vomit (Your bitch ass, ****)
Bounced out on him, the **** ain't even try to run, so shot his his all in his stomach (His dumb ass)
Hit they block in a straight, this bitch so loud, I know the **** heard us comin' (A straight)
Just got booked for a pipe and you right back out, ****, you told them somethin' (Fuckin' rat)
I been in that room plenty of times, you can check my name, I ain't never told them nothin' (****, I'm really damn rich, you know that, come on)
Boy, I do this shit for the gang, your ass gon' die try to touch my chain (Dumbass, the fuck?)
That **** wanna play with my name, find out where he hang and pull up, and stop his rain (His bitch ass)
Put on my glasses, that's the reason I got aim (I see him)
Catch him in traffic and beat up his Range (Dumbass)
I knew he was died, I shot his ass all in his head 'cause the **** wasn't usin' his brain (Dumbass)
Try to go hang with the opps at a young age, you flushin' your life down the drain
Hit his ass so many times, the bitch ain't die, but I bet you the **** in pain
Stop sayin' I killed that man, when he got clapped up, I was somewhere on a plane (You know that)
Lil Three used to come get me like, "Put on your mask and gloves, I got us a stain" (Gone)
[Outro]
Fuck?
Turnt up, not burnt up
Diss on the gang, gon' get your dumb ass sent up, ****
Written by: Collin Lytle, Davon D Meeks, Jack Cohen-Mungan, Jacob Cooper, Rashon Carter
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