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Screwly G - Fox Boys (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Screwly G
Screwly G
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dashaun Bradley
Dashaun Bradley
Lyrics
Christian Derrick McDonald
Christian Derrick McDonald
Composer
Aaron Raj Tanarasoo
Aaron Raj Tanarasoo
Composer
Carlos Herrejon
Carlos Herrejon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FoxWhyYouSoGodly
FoxWhyYouSoGodly
Producer
Cloud
Cloud
Producer
keymajor
keymajor
Producer
Alexander Gomez
Alexander Gomez
Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Uh, uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh, uh-huh (Bust this right, then bust this left)
Uh, uh, uh-huh (Yo, Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
Uh, uh, uh-huh
[Verse 1]
Uh, knock one off, shouldn't've got caught slippin' (Rrah)
We just bought more chops and a few new Glocks, tryna put new B's on them bitches (Uh)
Must ain't heard 'bout the last **** that we caught, ff-ff, couldn't duck them switches (Rrah)
I go to jail, then I'm makin' my bail, told bae hit the stash and come and get me (Uh)
Yeah, uh, bond money good, I ain't doin' no sittin' (Uh-uh)
First **** caught when I spin that block (Rrah), I'ma drop my mask and bail out blickin' (Ff-ff-ff-ff)
Runnin' from who? Man, these **** be trippin'
Fell on his face (Pew) when the Drac' had tripped him (Pew)
What happened to— shh? Caught his ass and blitzed him
Tried clappin' his mans when I spinned, but missed him
We shot some **** we ain't even know (Grrah), but we ain't even care 'cause they shouldn't've been with 'em (Pew-pew)
I get the call to my dog in the cell (Pew) and he can't make his bail, then I'm comin' to get him (Uh)
If you ain't get shot, then you ain't get caught (Rrah), we put opps in the grave and some in the 'spital
I swear I was totin' on shit way bigger than me, want B's ever since I was little
Yeah, uh (Pew), ****, fuck rap, still spinnin' and drillin' (Pew, pew)
Signed me a deal, but I'm still in the field, can't leave just yet 'cause the smoke ain't finished (Pew, pew, pew)
Bibi and Dank keep callin' my phone, they mad as hell I won't leave the trenches (Pew, pew, pew)
I'm a known face tryna catch me a face, if the car ain't tinted, I can't get in it (Pew, pew, pew)
Yeah (Rrah), uh, bang them T's, double T with an A
What the fuck is that? ****, TTA
Even though I got pape', still'll come through with Drac' (Pew, pew)
We shoot to kill, ****, STK (Pew)
See an opp while we ridin', still'll stomp on the brakes (Rrah)
Catch an opp tryna hustle, he die with his play (Pew)
Dumbass tried to tussle, he got shot in his face (Pew, pew-pew-pew-pew)
Yeah, uh (Pew), SRT, hear the growl, hit the gas, make it shake
Put a B on the Glock, then we throw it in the lake (Uh)
Send me a drop and I slid (Uh), I ain't wait
Caught 'em outside, must've thought it was safe (Pew)
Shot at the crowd tryna work on my aim (Pew, pew)
They told him to get up, he yellin' he can't (Pew)
Stood over his ass and I told him he ain't (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Run with the reaper, no, I ain't a saint
Catch a B in the G, then I fly to LA (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
Probably move out the hood, get a spot in the A (Rrah)
Murder the opps, bury more than eight
Bulletproof truck, bitch built like a tank (Huh)
Roll up the opps or we pour 'em in drank (Tss)
Caught me a— uh, in the streets, got rank
Lil' bro on the Add', I could tell by his face (Rrah)
Yeah, uh, bail out, drench, he run, we chase
Brrt, bah, switches, Drac' (Pew, pew)
**** duckin' and runnin' all over the place (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
Dead-ass opps, ain't shit they can say (Pew)
Had to switch up my spot, heard they know where I lay (Pew-pew)
'Posed to be in the hills, but the hood where I stay (Pew)
Body for body, we want more brains (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
Yeah (Pew), uh (Pew), blew up in rap, must've thought I was finished
Flew to LA with Bibi and Dank, came back to the hood and I kept on spinnin' (Damn)
Opps keep changin' they blocks and duckin' they tops (Pew), but we just gon' keep on bendin' (Pew-pew)
**** be gangster online, then lyin' on crimes, we the ones who causin' the killings (Pew)
I ain't been takin' the rap shit serious enough (Uh-uh) 'cause I got a habit of drillin' (Uh)
Still been patchin' the opps and spinnin' they blocks like ain't finna be worth millions (The fuck?)
Neighborhood hero, I'm savin' the day, but you know I still get love from the villains (Pew, pew)
Still want opp **** dead, can't do it myself, I'll pay for the hats, start spinnin' (Pew, pew, pew-pew-pew-pew)
All my **** demons, we leave shit bleedin', my mama say I need Jesus (Pew, pew, pew-pew-pew-pew)
Opp **** died and they bitch ass cried (Pew), ****, that's what he get, ah, ha, we teasin' (Pew)
Leave shit dead and the reason they grievin'
Knew he was dead 'fore they did 'cause I seen it (Pew-pew)
Love me in Saks and they love me in Neiman's
Scared, go to church, better go see a deacon
[Outro]
My brother, ****
(Yo, Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
TTA, STK, **** (Uh), you know, fuck the opps, crazy, you know that
Uh
Written by: Aaron Raj Tanarasoo, Carlos Herrejon, Christian Derrick McDonald, Dashaun Bradley
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