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PERFORMING ARTISTS
VonOff1700
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davon D Meeks
Songwriter
Dwan Avery
Songwriter
Bryson March
Songwriter
Derrick Miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dy Krazy
Producer
Hendrix Smoke
Producer
Bryson March
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Alright, watch this
Alright, we turnt up, not burnt up, **** diss on the gang, gon' get his dumb ass sent up
Free Famous, ****, free Three, ****, free Morrie, ****, free the whole gang
Alright, come on (Come on, we gone, okay)
[Chorus]
We tote on Glocks and shoot at opps and we high-speed on cops (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, we gone)
I like your J, then that shit took, call me Vonno The Fox (Give me that, dumbass)
Last **** dissed the gang got put in a box (With his dumb ass)
The opps just dropped a song, that shit so weak, get that shit off the aux (That shit ass)
SRT Jeep fast, I do the dash (Rrah), this bitch fresh off a lot (This fast)
Bounce out and shoot and I don't stop 'til I see bodies drop (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, 'til **** fall)
Caught that **** tryna get a cut and we shot up the shop (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, with his dumb ass)
Beat up his ride and that bitch can't move (Dumbass), we left it smokin' hot (Bitch)
[Verse 1]
They not outside (What the fuck?), so I'm gon' take a piss up on they block (They bitch ass)
We run the 'Raq, go ask around, TG got shit on lock (We got this shit all through the city)
Caught him tryna get some chicken and he left his pot (His dumb ass)
We take **** down, don't come around talkin' 'bout do swap for swap (Dumbass)
Roll him up, who you smokin'? Bitch, we smokin' Top (His dead ass)
Don't come outside, he think it's sweet, so we gon' smoke his pop (Kill his dad)
Think with his dick, so when we killed him, we shot off his cock (His dick, his dumb ass)
I ain't the fightin' type, I ain't gon' lie, bitch, I'll smoke The Rock (You know that)
That **** had some money on my head and then he fuckin' clocked (What the fuck?)
I'm the youngest turnt, got through the door and I ain't had to knock (You know that)
Rollie on my wrist, this bitch be dancin', it don't tick-tock (It be dancin')
ARP with sixty rounds, this bitch can fold and it came with a stock (Rrah, rrah, with a stock, for real)
[Chorus]
We tote on Glocks and shoot at opps and we high-speed on cops (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, we gone)
I like your J, then that shit took, call me Vonno The Fox (Give me that, dumbass)
Last **** dissed the gang got put in a box (With his dumb ass)
The opps just dropped a song, that shit so weak, get that shit off the aux (That shit ass)
SRT Jeep fast, I do the dash (Rrah), this bitch fresh off a lot (This fast)
Bounce out and shoot and I don't stop 'til I see bodies drop (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, 'til **** fall)
Caught that **** tryna get a cut and we shot up the shop (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, with his dumb ass)
Beat up his ride and that bitch can't move, we left it smokin' hot (Bitch)
Written by: Bryson March, Davon D Meeks, Derrick Miller, Dwan Avery