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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SleazyWorld Go
SleazyWorld Go
Performer
Rage Santana
Rage Santana
Programming
Da Real Kobi
Da Real Kobi
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Isaac
Joseph Isaac
Composer
Robert Coleman Thomas
Robert Coleman Thomas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rage Santana
Rage Santana
Producer
Da Real Kobi
Da Real Kobi
Producer
Eric Surratt
Eric Surratt
Mixing Engineer
Alec Ness
Alec Ness
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
If you a killer, caught a body, beat a murder, I like that
Pussy wet, your shit creamy, you a squirter, I like that
You a robber, Jack boy, or a burglar, I like that
You ain't never slid or did no drill, get out the field, you ain't like that
Crack cards, CPNs, you a scammer, I like that
You a stripper for them bands, you a dancer, I like that
No in-between, choose a side, if you get caught, it get like that
Ask the opps, we been up on the scoreboard, it's been like that
[Verse 1]
**** better blow, you ever see me, let's shoot it out, yeah, I like that (You better blow)
****, stop cappin' like you a killer up in them songs when you ain't like that (You ain't like that, ****)
We lock shit down up on deed, the opps can't score like we some hacks (Uh-huh)
Chase the last fuck **** down, 7.62s ripped through his back (Come on)
Bullets stuck to him like tacks, hit his cap, took a nap (Tacks, nap)
If we miss, double back, what it was? He a pack (Spin this bitch 'round)
He a wood now
Tired of carryin' this Drake, but I can't never put this wood down (Can't never put it down)
Pull up, drench **** with this switch, bet the whole hood drown
If I squeeze, choppa float like a butterfly, the shots sting like a bee (Let's go)
Way the choppa knock **** out, I named this bitch Ali (Uh-huh)
This bitch the greatest, she more comfortable over here 'cause it's the safest (No cap)
[Chorus]
If you a killer, caught a body, beat a murder, I like that
Pussy wet, your shit creamy, you a squirter, I like that
You a robber, Jack boy, or a burglar, I like that
You ain't never slid or did no drill, get out the field, you ain't like that
Crack cards, CPNs, you a scammer, I like that
You a stripper for them bands, you a dancer, I like that
No in-between, choose a side, if you get caught, it get like that
Ask the opps, we been up on the scoreboard, it's been like that
[Verse 2]
Yeah, **** never did nothin' bad or nothin'
Still in the hood with my blicky on me
Treat them **** like Mom and Dad
Pull up with a switch and put it on 'em
I know one **** who ain't die
But he a veggie, he in a coma
Tom and Jerry these rats and cats
Straight pussy, no condom
Comin' straight down your street, lil' boy
Better pop out with that heat, lil' boy
You'ont even care 'bout no dark
They'll pop out broad day and chalk
I'ma real hood baby, real godsend
But I'm a demon in my heart
She ain't gon' answer when she around that ****
But when she done, I'm 'bout to fuck
I ain't never glorify no beef
But all that shit happened because of me
Pop out too deep, tryna scheme
Your mask on check, Halloween
I'll never go snake my brother
This ain't no juice, I ain't Raheem
And you ain't never stay in your lane
Kill 'em soon as they play, you ain't like me
[Chorus]
If you a killer, caught a body, beat a murder, I like that
Pussy wet, your shit creamy, you a squirter, I like that
You a robber, Jack boy, or a burglar, I like that
You ain't never slid or did no drill, get out the field, you ain't like that
Crack cards, CPNs, you a scammer, I like that
You a stripper for them bands, you a dancer, I like that
No in-between, choose a side, if you get caught, it get like that
Ask the opps, we been up on the scoreboard, it's been like that
Written by: Joseph Isaac, Robert Coleman Thomas
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