Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Screwly G
Screwly G
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dashaun Bradley
Dashaun Bradley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zai Hamilton
Zai Hamilton
Producer
Kuji
Kuji
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mastering Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(TJ) (Haha, Zai, can you turn that up a bit?) Da-da-da, ba-da (mm) (Swagg, you tryna get rich, huh?) Come on, come on, let's go Uh, see an opp and I swing my door Back on the drank, I just poured a four Said I was fine, but the pain still show OD on them Xans or the drank, I don't know Demons in me, I done lost my soul Talk to the reaper whenever he home Dyin' inside, I just wanna be gone Don't wanna talk, DND my phone Suicidal thoughts runnin' through my dome Probably gon' die in a murder zone You ain't gotta cry, be glad I'm gone Home just ain't been feelin' like home Some shit hurt me deep, won't say in the song Fuck all the opps, we'll never get along If the city want me dead, and I'm all on my own Uh, come on, come on, let's go Shoot at the ground if he fall on the floor I'm the one to push up if they give me a lo' Make me a nigga a pack and a post We turn niggas to Casper, we make 'em a ghost Buzz in the trap gettin' high, he blow Watchin' these cars while I drive on the road Shottas outside while I'm goin' to court Lost my girl, I ain't stuntin' these hoes Murderin' opps and achievin' my goals Tryna maintain, but the pain won't go Lost in the streets, so the streets where I roam Tryna stay high to kill time, but it don't On three different drugs, ain't feelin' too strong Ain't thinkin' too clear, my head ain't on Prayed it get better, should've known it won't Gone on molly, quit sniffin' that dope Sip codeine, runnin' low on hope OD on that lean, be surprised if I don't All alone in my room sheddin' tears, writin' notes Talked to my nana, she helpin' me cope She say I'm a star, waitin' for me to blow Traumatized from my past, that's some shit she don't know Only care what she think 'cause I love her the most Uh, come on, come on, let's go I'm the one to hop out, bail out, blew on my pole Rode for my dogs, name a time I ain't rode Stood on all ten in the smoke, I ain't fold Can't be sad, this the life I chose Won't beg you to stay, but you ain't gotta go Time after time, could've died, Lord knows Lost Boog, lost Tiy, my pain still grow Amiri my jeans, spent racks on a coat Tryna fuck with my opps, you get put in that boat Tell me I'm chosen, don't say I'm the GOAT I was misled when I jumped off the porch I was 14 on the block tryna float Youngest on the block, ask bro, still totin' Last nigga caught 'cause he ran too slow Talk of the town, niggas hatin' and I know Uh, come on, come on, let's go Kickin' shit with the reaper, he listen, I spoke Still pick up for Jizzle, we doin' the jokes In a car with lil' Yai, catch a face and he smoke Out searchin' for blood, he gon' die if he loaf Just like a pool, we leave opp niggas soaked Roll up an opp, then gas we smoke Go to jail and make bond, opps can't 'cause they broke We catch an opp, then we uppin' the score Few niggas died, I gotta kill a few more See pictures of Boog and I get in that mode Stand over an opp with a smile, heart cold I ain't pick up the phone 'cause I left it at home Don't even call, you ain't know what I'm on Promotin' the violence, type shit we condone I don't need 'em at all, fuck 'em all, I be gone Uh, I be gone, gone, gone Tell Boog that I'm on my way Uh, I'm on my way, brother, I'm on my way Uh, brother, uh, uh-uh Uh, come on, come on, let's go Uh, see an opp and I swing my door Back on the drank, I just poured a four Said I was fine, but the pain still show OD on them Xans or the drank, I don't know Demons in me, I done lost my soul Talk to the reaper whenever he home Dyin' inside, I just wanna be gone Don't wanna talk, DND my phone Suicidal thoughts runnin' through my dome Probably gon' die in a murder zone You ain't gotta cry, be glad I'm gone Home just ain't been feelin' like home Some shit hurt me deep, won't say in the song Fuck all the opps, we'll never get along Fuck the city, want me dead, and I'm all on my own Uh, come on, come on, let's go
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