Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Federico Portales
Federico Portales
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Helluva
Helluva
Producer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Helluva made this beat, baby
I'm just thinkin' to myself like
[Verse 1]
Aye, y'all oughta chill (Why you say that?)
I know how my granny felt, my neck keep runnin' up this water bill
Tryna get it up and give my brothers 'nem a source for real
I need 'em out the streets 'cause they gon' spin till ain't no more to kill (Need 'em out)
How the fuck I front you and you short me still? (Fuckin' pussy)
Your friends 'nem was in the streets, I was off the porch for real (I was)
You know we gon' get them stragglers if we can't score for real (Anybody)
Comin' out his crib, he ain't gon' make it from that door for real (Crib)
All-star Tee, I was ballin' hard before the deal (Ah)
Runnin' through them clubs, knockin' baddies down before the M's (Ah)
Tryna leave some B's for my C's, I can't sit still (I can't)
**** that ain't used to be on shit ain't on shit still (**** hoes)
**** on the same shit, me, you know I lane switch
Icy chain, plain wrist, different .40, same clip (What else?)
Different hoes, same dick, you can't touch my side bitch
I can take your main bitch, **** (Stop playin' with me, ****)
'Member Cody days, bein' in the classroom with knots (I remember)
'Member college days, I was with my mans pickin' locks (I remember)
'Member county days, goin' to the bathroom to box
Fast-forward now, foreign, no top, grippin' my chop (Boom)
We don't play about that munyun, get on your ass 'bout it
I do all real shit, you can't say nothin' bad 'bout me (You can't)
I'll be done with this shit when I get like nine columns (Yeah)
If you was in my shoes, you would've broke, I'd bet my last dollar
[Chorus]
Half these **** gon' fold, gang (They gon' fold, bro)
Half these **** gon' go out like some hoes, gang (I'm tellin' you)
Half these **** done already told, gang (I seen it)
I'm never bendin' paperwork, I never upped that bitch and froze, gang (I ain't never)
Half these hoes some sluts, gang (I'm tellin' you)
Half these hoes don't deserve one percent of your trust, gang (I seen it)
Some hoes just meant to be fucked, gang (You hear me?)
'Cause they'll be in ****' face if you go broke or be in cuffs, gang (You hear me?)
Written by: Martin McCurtis, Terry Sanchez Wallace, Willem Bakker
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