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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Spencer Harris
Songwriter
Samuel Martin Dimits
Songwriter
Isak Sven Gidgård
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Einer Banks
Producer
SAM BEATS
Producer
Str8Cash
Producer
Hardbody B-Eazy
Mixing Engineer
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Mm- mm- mm, no, no, no (Tuned Up)
Mm- mm- mm, no, no, no
Mm- mm- mm, no, no, no
Mm- mm- mm, no, no, no
I be quick to slang that iron when I feel a way
So much trauma in my life and I'm not okay
Tryna tell my dawg I love him and that's each and every day
Cuz the way that we be livin'? ****, we can die today
Tryna see a hundred mil' before I see a grave
Got my Glock on me right now, bitch, what the fuck is safe?
Told a bitch, 'Get Gone', I don't got no love to waste
cause the way that we be livin'? ****, we can die today
Ain't no love up in my section, they die every day
My lil dog creep like a spider his body count at eight
Where I'm from, you catch a body, or get off them thangs
Tryna sell a thousand, P's just like Baby J
Tryin' not to send a blitz, but they be in the way
Banana clips under my cutter, I'm the biggest ape (I'm the biggest ape)
millionaire still keep my heat 'cause I bleed the same ('Cause I bleed the same)
Twistin' fingers, naruto my life on anime, huh
Too much shit up on my mind, I can't get no sleep (I can't get no sleep)
Got that game from cleezy Five and that word to gee (and that word is deep)
Smith & Wesson, I go cowboy like I'm Jesse James (woo)
Mini Draco, maple brown, we stick shit to the grave (woo)
I be quick to slang that iron when I feel a way (woo)
So much trauma in my life and I'm not okay (woo)
Tryna tell my dawg I love him and that's each and every day (yeah)
'Cause the way that we livin', ****, we can die today
Tryna see a hundred mil' before I see a grave
Got my Glock on me right now, bitch, what the fuck is safe?
Told a bitch, 'Get gone', I don't got no love to waste
'Cause the way that we livin', ****, we can die today
I don't got no time to waste, I don't got no time for fake
I don't got time to be wastin' my time with nobody, get in the way of my paper, I'll spray
I know some **** won't get in my dome, I promise my mama I'm makin' it home
Paintin' shirt red like he played for the Chiefs, I'm slangin this bitch like Patrick Mahomes
**** ain't right, so I stay out the way, so most of the time, I'm probably alone
take a **** face behind my brother, I'm makin' em pay like I gave em a loan
Looked up to God, told him my life is hard and love ain't make it no better
One day, I gotta to tell my son it ain't work with your mom, but the shit was all for the better
The people I love, I got they face tatted in blood, in the mirror, I see they face
Everybody got they time, I heard that line , I'm sorry, but I'ma be late
Know that I'm gon' slang that iron, everytime these **** play
Just know if you think 'bout tryin', you might as well go dig your grave
I be quick to slang that iron when I feel a way
So much trauma in my life and I'm not okay
Tryna tell my dawg I love him and that's each and every day
'Cause the way that we be livin', ****, we can die today
Tryna see a hundred mil' before I see a grave
Got my Glock on me right now, bitch, what the fuck is safe?
Told a bitch, 'Get gone', I don't got no love to waste
'Cause the way that we livin', ****, we can die today
Ooh- ooh, ooh- ooh, ooh- ooh, ooh- ooh
Ooh- ooh, ooh- ooh, ooh- ooh, ooh- ooh
Ooh- ooh, ooh- ooh, ooh- ooh, ooh- ooh
Written by: Frederick Givens II, Isak Sven Gidgård, Samuel Martin Dimits, Spencer Harris