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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edis Selmani
Edis Selmani
Composer
Horace Walls
Horace Walls
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Dza
Yung Dza
Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Horace Walls Jr.
Horace Walls Jr.
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Move, get the fuck-up out my way, I feel like Luda Looked to my left, looked to my right, I see a shooter It's too tight and you a talker, I a doer Four opps on the block, lil' bro gon' make you fewer Do they come outside, no We don't bend in every low Do them nigga slide, no All they do is make post How you feel 'bout, what his name? I ki-ki-kill that boy, Joe When I catch him, I'm taking off my belt (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) Them spin, I spin, Tay spin, you spin I might spin the pyramid wit' this shit spin, spin, spin They ain't in our line, fuck wit' us, they can't Loose screws, don't think, don' move, don't blink Bang, bang, bang, ba-ba, bang, bang, bang I'm goin' all out about my game Hope you got your umbrella, you ain't ready for rain My stick got a beautiful voice, and it's ready to sing Bang, bang, bang, ba-ba, bang, bang, bang Pull up wit' her everything, she don't play wit' the game Turn on the news forecast, they guarantee it will rain I'm not tryna scarce it, big gun tryna swing like a chain Rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr Rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr Move, get the fuck-up out my way, I feel like Luda Looked to my left, looked to my right, I see a shooter It's too tight and you a talker, I a doer Four opps on the block, lil' bro gon' make you fewer
Writer(s): Edis Selmani, Horace Walls Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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