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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Fortune
Black Fortune
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marquette Monroe
Marquette Monroe
Lyrics
Cotrell Dennard
Cotrell Dennard
Composer
Enoch Harris III
Enoch Harris III
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Rich
Lil Rich
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Damn), uh, uh, uh, uh (Damn)
Uh, uh, uh
Who is these ****, we don't know them (I don't know them)
I'm from the oops block, O-Ns are no Ns (Or no Ns)
I ain't got no friends (No, damn), lean in my colon (Lean in my gut)
I'm sellin' water 'round my way and made the floor damp (Uh)
Your homie dissed and got smoked, my condolence (Gas)
I grab my pole by the waist and then I slow dance (Boom, boom, boom)
I meet the plug by the dock and got the load in (Give me the dub)
I focus, then I let it roll like I'm bowlin' (Count up)
I'm Mr. Where You at Right Now (Damn), I'm Mr. Send It Out of Town (For real)
I'm Mr. Hop out and Walk Down (Baow, baow), I'm Mr. Serve It if it's Brown (Gas)
I'm Mr. Lay That Party Down (Damn), I'm Mr. Clack Him in His Crown (Grrah)
I'm Mr. Carry That Drac' Around (Yeah), I'm Mr. Sip That Drink and Drown (Drank)
I'm Mr. Make That Party Scram (Yeah), I'm Mr. Bag Him for a Gram (For real)
I'm Mr. Do That Shit in Real Life (Damn) and never on the 'Gram (Damn)
I'm Mr. Put Him in the Ground (Damn), I'm Mr. Love that Chopper sound (Damn)
I'm Mr. Put potato on the barrel (Damn) so it don't make a sound (Pew, pew, pew)
Yeah, the murder's gettin' intense, mild decomposin' through the vent (Damn)
He gon' boss up 'bout the bitch instead of doin' it for your kids (Dummy)
We bearin' more arms In this Toyota than a squid (Boom, boom, boom)
Still screamin, "Fuck your dead homies," we sped by, they fled (Skrrt)
Don't issue no apology, I see what I see (I did)
No SG, but them snipers knew you dead by the bed (Pew, pew, pew)
My fentanyl soldiers'll crack your head for the meds (Fetty)
I make a mama cry for every tear that I shed (Damn)
I got the hood sold up (Yeah), move with your nose up (Damn)
Was cool and then I growed up (Yeah), got money now and I glowed up (I did)
It's war, pick your pole up (Damn), made a couple **** fold up (Yeah)
We drop shit if we showed up (For real), you better act like you know somethin' (****)
I'm Mr. Where You at Right Now (Damn), I'm Mr. Send It Out of Town (For real)
I'm Mr. Hop out and Walk Down (Baow, baow), I'm Mr. Serve It if it's Brown (Gas)
I'm Mr. Lay That Party Down (Damn), I'm Mr. Clack Him in His Crown (Grrah)
I'm Mr. Carry That Drac' Around (Yeah), I'm Mr. Sip That Drink and Drown (Drank)
I'm Mr. Make That Party Scram (Yeah), I'm Mr. Bag Him for a Gram (For real)
I'm Mr. Do That Shit in Real Life (Damn) and never on the 'Gram (Damn)
I'm Mr. Put Him in the Ground (Damn), I'm Mr. Love that Chopper sound (Damn)
I'm Mr. Put potato on the barrel (Damn) so it don't make a sound (Pew, pew, pew)
Written by: Cotrell Dennard, Enoch Harris III, Marquette Monroe
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