Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Chase Davis
Justin Chase Davis
Producer
Daniel Ivy
Daniel Ivy
Producer

Lyrics

I used to take in the painkillers My vein, vampire out the scene there, acting blood Blood, blood Blood You ain't ever seen brains splattered on the pavement 'Cause you got up close range, I'ma put my flame To his chest, don't wanna aim -, all the opps get checked Make the radar then you next, you better not say my fuckin' name (uh) Late at night I be with bloodsuckers, all of us got stripes If he wants beef, we turn to Fuddruckers, running for they life Don't come outside, they took the fun from us Precision with them motherfuckers Vicious, every glizzy come with switches on them motherfuckers Piss me off, I'm seeing blood I don't need no group to go on a mission, it's just me and 'cause Everybody that know me know I get busy, that was the shit I love Go off then come right back like a Frisbee 'til they all get a slug Money on me while I'm in the club (pussy) I'm with the elite, I'm so one hundred, you can't pay me in dubs The Crips fuck with me from west to East, but I get love from bloods Shoutout Young Sizzle, that's blood Shoutout OP, that's blood Shoutout 50, that's blood Yeah, shoutout Top, that's blood This shit don't stop, know how I rock, I be with lots of thugs He wanna squabble up, get popped, don't got no boxing gloves Act like he tough, he really not, these busters like to mug I can't respect him if he talk but never shot his gun I got a slight limp when I walk, my Glock ten got a drum Walked out the house, clip full of shells, walked in the house with none Real as they come put that on Ls, been that since I was young I'm really him, 20-year-old millionaire, but I was dumb Looked out for them, they ain't give a fuck about me when I ain't have a crumb I gave my last, when I fell off, they laughed, that's why I'm numbed Got off my ass, forgot about my past, that's how I won I'm gangster, son, your dad done everything under the sun Big old mansions now, I used to sleep on Essex in the trap Yeah, I'ma flex it now, that money was under my mattress before rap Been through the trenches, nigga, I never need no direction or no maps Ran my section, if they mentioned Cap or Max they got clapped Bitch is up
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