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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dee Billz
Vocals
Kyle Richh
Vocals
G5AZO
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kaleb Wilson
Composer
Olatunde Fasheun
Songwriter
Dylan Robertson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clark "Richard" Babbitt
Recording Engineer
prodbytec
Producer
Lyrics
4s, 4s, 4s, 4s, flyest Hound, y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Fuck Ray Pizz, and it's not fuckin' around, GDK, GwokkK, all that shit K
Fuck is you talkin' about, ****?
GDK, ****, fuck ****
Ah
Grrah, enough is enough, bitch
I'm with 5, we bendin'
Like if I said it, on bro, I meant it
Why is my name in your mentions, ****? Your mans died and you on the benches
They know what I'm representin'
Posted up in the hood like an engine, bitch
Thootie walk in the party (Damn)
I'm in this party with G19 on my body, who gonna harm me? (Like damn)
I'm on the block with like five hundred steppers, on bro, we move like an army (Army)
We do the drillin' calmly
Tilden first, then Garvey (Garvey)
The fuck is a PFA? Bitch, I am GDK, they know what's up (PFAK)
Ta Blixk almost was a blunt, I'm so mad we ain't send him up (He shot)
I don't care 'bout an OY, I want him shot if he live up the block
Catch AJ, make him bop, Jeff got hit in his top (AJ)
Bitch
G27 my body, DB ridin' shotty, Ray Makk the aroma
Like we mixin' Queez up with Tony
Headpop, look at his brains, macaroni ('Roni)
She-she cannot line me, she linkin' the G every time she know Ruger is on me (Fuck)
Jay G in the cut with a .40, so he try to slide, we subtractin' his homie (Like damn)
Who movin' phony? Couldn't catch him, we threw at his brodie (Brodie)
Dee got Zack, I-I'm totin' Cody
Three G's in the back of the stoley (Grrah, stoley)
And we smokin' on Ty Blixk leg, why the fuck is they dissin'? They gettin' me fed (Ty Blixk)
Jahh-Jahh Staxks, talked to the feds
Bro backed out in his cell 'cause he fled (Out of the floor)
And we comin' to throw, he not ready for war, then we shoot up his crib
S-Sheik the Bugatti, I swear he don't miss
DS double the G, I be clutchin' my fist (Layo)
I'm with some shooters that's spillin' your gouda, these **** ready to oot at your ooter (Word to bro)
W-we do not play with computers
Who that in the back? Tell bro move 'em (Move 'em, bitch)
I'm with 5, we bendin'
Like if I said it, on bro, I meant it
Why is my name in your mentions, ****? Your mans died and you on the benches
They know what I'm representin'
Posted up in the hood like an engine, bitch (Like damn)
Written by: Dylan Robertson, Kaleb Wilson, Olatunde Fasheun