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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
M1 Reaper
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M1 Reaper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
M1 Reaper
Co-Producer
Lyrics
Baow baow baow
Riding around with the G19
All black, suited up, I don't wanna be seen
Like I come dolo, I don't need a team
But if I need help, I might pull up with 3 (Baow baow baow)
And free Sheemy, they know how we bleed
Back to back, we was all in they pz
Nobody outside, man this shit looking sweet
But it don't matter, we spin and repeat
Caught an opp, he was fast on his feet
Tried to hide, but I already peeped
Everybody be tough on the Gram, when I catch 'em in person, I bet you it's not what it seems
I can't wait 'till my **** is free
They smoking my deads, now they can't even speak
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon mention his name, I'ma leave that shit right in the streets
Tra-trapping and clapping is just what I'm used to
I start robbing **** when it's crucial
If you don't give it up, I promise I might shoot you
My bad, forgot to introduce you
Like I was waiting this day just to use you
But, I do not mean to confuse you
Like hard times, gotta make the gun use
The life that I live, like it would not amuse you
Catch a beating, you know I salute you
Fuck a million views on Youtube
I make a million views on the news, too
Better ask about me, I go cuckoo
No cap, this shit is real life, the life of a Dog, you don't know what it feel like
He got shot back-to-back, he ain't heal right
I keep bussing my G, man, I can't even hear right (Baow baow baow)
Baow baow baow
Riding around with the G19
All black, suited up, I don't wanna be seen
Like I come dolo, I don't need a team
But if I need help, I might pull up with 3
And free Sheemy, they know how we bleed
Back to back, we was all in they pz
Nobody outside, man this shit looking sweet
But it don't matter, we spin and repeat
Caught an opp, he was fast on his feet
Tried to hide, but I already peeped
Everybody be tough on the Gram, when I catch 'em in person, I bet you it's not what it seems
I can't wait 'till my **** is free
They smoking my deads, now they can't even speak
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon mention his name, I'ma leave that shit right in the streets
Written by: M1 Reaper