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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dougie B
Dougie B
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dougie B
Dougie B
Songwriter
Harry Porter
Harry Porter
Composer
Mar Spazzed
Mar Spazzed
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clark Reichard Babbitt
Clark Reichard Babbitt
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Back on front street, fuck the pushing peace
Why I try to agree? Now they dissin' me
Bet, everybody better breathe
'Cause when we spin through all you hear is "Sleeze"
Like, bullets 'cause murders, I ain't being mean
I'm just talking facts, I heard I was a fiend
A perc with the Lotti, all a **** need
All animal killers, yeah, that be the Gz
Like, Ubеrs, cabs, Lyfts, Revels, tss, that be that PTSD (Rah Rah, Rah Rah, Rah Rah)
Wе creepin' down 8OH, he don't even peep
Yeah, I be that fiend tryna catch the PD
Like, 48 who? He's capping his factuals
At least get it on my shit too, I ain't mad at you
Damn, ****, it's too many opps that I passed a few
No, we don't miss, now it's 'bout to get magical
Play with my Ochos, we on timing and get tactical
With them opp thots, yeah, we done had a few
D lame, I gotta just left with you
Shoutout to first, that's the reason you're acting cute
Like, me and Kay out the mud and that's factuals
Like, they like, "Dougz, you don't rap, but be trappin', kuu"
Like, red all I see, attitude
Twenty-one demons with me, and they savage too (Yeah)
Let's get real, I'm all up on my money
They talkin' my name but in person doing nothing
They tried to push me, but, bro, these **** bluffing
And they talk on the net but this is how we coming
Like, EBK, up it anywhere in public
We spinnin' Park Towers, got them **** running
(Bih, grrah, grrah, grrah, bih, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Ba- Back on front street, fuck the pushing peace
Why I try to agree? Now they dissin' me
Bet, everybody better breathe
'Cause when we spin through all you hear is "Sleeze"
Like, bullets 'cause murders, I ain't being mean
I'm just talking facts, I heard I was a fiend
A perc with the Lotti, all a **** need
All animal killers, yeah, that be the Gz
Like, Ubers, cabs, Lyfts, Revels, tss, that be that PTSD (Rah Rah, Rah Rah, Rah Rah)
We creepin' down 8OH, he don't even peep
Yeah, I be that fiend tryna catch the PD
Like, 48 who? He's capping his factuals
At least get it on my shit too, I ain't mad at you
Damn, ****, it's too many opps that I passed a few
No, we don't miss, now it's 'bout to get magical
Written by: Dougie Bee, Harry Porter, Mar Spazzed
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