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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Realbleeda
Realbleeda
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Catherine
David Catherine
Songwriter
Kyre Task
Kyre Task
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Kdubb
Lil Kdubb
Producer
Holla Fame
Holla Fame
Engineer
QRedOnTheTrack
QRedOnTheTrack
Mixing Engineer
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What the, what the fuck I'm ridin'
[Verse 2]
Behind tint, yeah, that's what I ride behind
**** dyin' now, so you don't know who slidin' now
I feel like a referee, so I stay in the field
Standin' still, knowin' they ain't never kill
Armed and dangerous, choppers when I sleep
They ain't with me, yeah
They plan on standin' over me
So I gotta keep my foot up on they neck till they can't breathe
Stretch that bitch as soon as you see him
Make him reach for his chest, you know what I mean
Why the fuck you act like you hard and you a butter bean?
This shit real life no façade, creep through the cut with the squad
With the same sword that got put on the ol' boy
[Verse 3]
I'm in a Rover, this might be a stolen car
Better stay out the road, boy, or get left in somebody yard
Why you askin' how he died? Just know lil' one died hard
We been reckless, so don't question who we are
Load up the TEC for this one, I'ma leave a mess with this one
The pussy got wet for this one, you online, I'ma get you and check you, lil' one
Don't get caught behind them blinds, they Malcom X'd lil' one
You ain't leave 'em stained behind your blood last time I checked, lil' one
They know we be puttin' shit to rest, ****
All these fuckin' hats, know you don't wanna be the next victim
Blick come with a flash, it's confidential how we stamp ****
This big 308, that bitch sound like it's connected to a amp, ****
We let them speakers blow
Blow out your speaker, hoe, I don't know what you speakin' for
We treat all the opps just like strippers, put them bitches on the pole
We can't tip you, only thing we givin' out is bullet holes
Hop out on feet and hit 'em through the Cheerio
[Verse 4]
Behind tint, yeah, that's what I ride behind
**** dyin' now, so you don't know who slidin' now
I feel like a referee, so I stay in the field
Standin' still, knowin' they ain't never kill
Armed and dangerous, choppers when I sleep
They ain't with me, yeah
They plan on standin' over me
So I gotta keep my foot up on they neck till they can't breathe
Stretch that bitch as soon as you see him
Make him reach for his chest, you know what I mean
Why the fuck you act like you hard and you and butter bean?
This shit real life no façade, creep through the cut with the squad
With the same sword that got put on the ol' boy
[Verse 5]
Everybody wanna talk 'bout bodies like we don't got 'em, what's the problem?
Prolly the reason why your mama up in tears
When we hit your block with choppers, get to poppin' all your partners
Who gon' pick 'em up? Nobody but the corners will
Dead on arrival, yeah, you know the drill
Used to fuck on her back then, I still fuck her still
They still talk 'bout that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit will get them killed
I'm armed and dangerous, I won't slang that bitch without my wheel
You was in my pocket, just know I can get 'em outta here
Bitches see my shinin', say I'm shinin' like a chandelier
No, I ain't just rhymin', you can check my teeth, my neck, and ears
You don't wanna die, bitch, you stay in the clear
[Verse 6]
Behind tint, yeah, that's what I ride behind
**** dyin' now, so you don't know who slidin' now
I feel like a referee, so I stay in the field
Standin' still, knowin' they ain't never kill
Armed and dangerous, choppers when I sleep
They ain't with me, yeah
They plan on standin' over me
So I gotta keep my foot up on they neck till they can't breathe
Stretch that bitch as soon as you see him
Make him reach for his chest, you know what I mean
Why the fuck you act like you hard and you a butter bean?
This shit real life no façade, creep through the cut with the squad
With the same sword that got put on the ol' boy
Written by: David Catherine, Kyre Task, Unknown Writer
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