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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuckyy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Meiners
Composer
David Eyo
Composer
Dillon Murray
Composer
Charles Edward Davis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bugg
Producer
Jayco
Producer
Dmur3x
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Y'all **** know how the fuck we rockin', man
Crack a face like a fuckin' vase, ****, you know how the fuck we rockin', man, your ass laced, ****, you know that (Jayco, he does all these records)
Gang
[Chorus]
Micro Drac' with the hardwood floor, we up on stats, check the scoreboard (Check the score)
Rich and up on B's, what's up, bro? Sneaky slide, we on X, won't go for it (Rrah, what's up, bro?)
10 milli' shells start lettin' off, won't stop, shit hot, has to feel like a blow torch
Big Opp bail out, give him ten, he already dead, fuck it, I got some more for him (Come here, there he go right there)
Drench shit, we do that daily, can't dare swim in the water, we boat-rowin' (We boat-rowin')
Mama told me to watch 'em, them ****' minds got real big, know we for sure doin' it
Slap the fully piece around the chopper, when I shoot with my dominant hand, I'm so fluent (Frr, frr, frr)
'Raq bitch wanna fly to L.A., but I bum in the A with BD, we pose stupid
**** be makin' the police's job so easy, the 'Gram be death of us (Dumb-ass ****)
Shit, I mean, it's death for them, me and my **** don't talk, we shuttin' up (Bloodbathh not talkin')
We'll hit a **** block in a caravan, five percent on the windows, get wettened up (There he go right there)
When I land in the 'Raq, I be in the hood over East, fuck rap, we can check up (Brr)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, we can check up, shake a ****, Chris Paul, he fallin' (Check ball)
Uh, this lil' ho stupid over dick, done hit the bitch one time, she keep callin' (Brr)
Drop a deuce or a three or a four, it don't matter the time, that drank keep callin' (Brr)
Chop let off, better get on the ground 'cause we shootin' to kill, we ain't comin' to stallin' (Gang)
****, Chuckyy want twenty a feat and twenty for a show, we ain't come for the bargain (No lowball)
Treat these bitch asses like dogs, tell 'em sit the fuck down, doin' all the barkin'
Got a fat-ass crib in my name, only eighteen, I was just sleepin' in apartments (I'm big dog now)
Fuck, I hate all the opps and hope they die, tell lil' cuz, "Catch 'em, spark 'em" (There he go)
Uh, we'll hit a **** block in hot dog right now, brrah-brrah, McDonald's (Brrah-bah-bah-bah)
Hope you see where I'm goin', these **** be clown as fuck, **** act like Ronald (A clown)
Uh, he thought he was savage, he stepped out there with no armor and got his ass swaddled
Gotta know Bloodbathh be the gang, it ain't nothin' though, lil' ****, it's the motto (Motto, motto)
[Chorus]
Micro Drac' with the hardwood floor, we up on stats, check the scoreboard (We sluggin' 'em)
Rich and up on B's, what's up, bro? (What up? What up?) Sneaky slide, we on X, won't go for it (What's up?)
10 milli' shells start lettin' off, won't stop, shit hot, has to feel like a blow torch
Big Opp bail out, give him ten, he already dead, fuck it, I got some more for him (There he go right there)
Drench shit, we do that daily, can't dare swim in the water, we boat-rowin' (We can't swim)
Mama told me to watch 'em, them ****' minds got real big, know we for sure doin' it (The fuck?)
Slap the fully piece around the chopper, when I shoot with my dominant hand, I'm so fluent (Frr, frr)
'Raq bitch wanna fly to L.A., but I bum in the A with BD, we pose stupid
**** be makin' the police's job so easy, the 'Gram be death of us
Shit, I mean, it's death for them, me and my **** don't talk, we shuttin' up (Bloodbathh not talkin')
We'll hit a **** block in a caravan, five percent on the windows, get wettened up (Bloodbathh not talkin')
When I land in the 'Raq, I be in the hood over East, fuck rap, we could check up
[Outro]
Check up, ****
That's my fat boys lackin', you know how the fuck we rockin'
I ain't had nothin', gang, gang, ****, perfect timin' every time, ****
Written by: Charles Davis, David Eyo, David Meiners, Dillon Murray