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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Zay Osama
Vocals
Garne
Programming
MerAlless
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Dukes
Lyrics
Oleksandr Merentsov
Composer
Alessandro Garnero
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Garne
Producer
MerAlless
Producer
Terrance "Hobbs" Smith
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Cali, smoke
Money, pause
**** drop
Bodies fall (Damn, Garne, you too hard)
Tryna catch the money
Boy, we bleed different
I ain't never cliqued up, we don't need ****
Three-five blunts a wrap of weed, this ain't got no seeds in it
Shorty think he turnt, don't beef with us, you wanna keep livin'
All my shorties off the court, that Polo G and sleaze in 'em
Straight fresh off a kit, take the trackers out that bitch
Now I'm in traffic with a switch, it's like four of us, just six
I can't let no **** go on me, you wanna drop your lo' on me
I'ma pull up and let it rip, now he RIP, rest his soul in peace
Last **** played and got sprayed, they ain't know we did it
But it's tension, man, them **** crazy
Only on his head behind the walls, I sent the man some pages
That **** Nextu gave me an alley-oop 'cause he owe me a favor
I wanna get him knocked off
We don't want no little ones, we want top dogs
You gon' get your ass smoked, we CrossWestern in that hot dog
We ain't chasin' clout, we tryna kill somethin', we is not y'all
I just hope you ready for this pressure when it pop off
We got a deal, for real
You tryna get to the top, but you never will, for real
You **** ain't no takers, a lot of you **** just steal, for real, for real
It can go down at any time, any place
Everywhere, I'ma up my Drac', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Boy, we bleed different
I ain't never cliqued up, we don't need ****
Three-five blunts a wrap of weed, this ain't got no seeds in it
Shorty think he turnt, don't beef with us, you wanna keep livin'
All my shorties off the court, that Polo G and sleaze in 'em
Straight fresh off a kit, take the trackers out that bitch
Now I'm in traffic with a switch, it's like four of us, just six
I can't let no **** go on me, you wanna drop your lo' on me
I'ma pull up and let it rip, now he RIP, rest his soul in peace
Cali, smoke
Money, pause
**** drop
Bodies fall
Tryna catch the money
Written by: Alessandro Garnero, Isaiah Dukes, Oleksandr Merentsov