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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ro$ama
Ro$ama
Vocals
BigXthaPlug
BigXthaPlug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
RoDarrion Harrison
RoDarrion Harrison
Songwriter
Brian Jackson
Brian Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon K Johnson
Brandon K Johnson
Mixing Engineer
SayBreezy
SayBreezy
Producer
Laura Mercedes García
Laura Mercedes García
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Say Breezy, haha)
Ay, Glocks and .45s, since a youngin', I swear we was outside
**** trippin', I swear he get hog tied
Really been runnin' it up while them boys on the sideline
Really got paper, I'm not lyin', all of my bitches is bougie
Can't fuck with the ho, can't think I'm a lick, then the ho done
Hit up Ro$ama to get her
On my mama, he not lyin'
Been chasin' dreams like Meek, is you willin' to die for the 600 piece?
They sign out, you can't even speak, **** fuck livin' rich, you can die for the T
We them **** 'round here, Memphis Bleek, we the ones really runnin' this town, Jay-Z
You a bitch, female dawg in heat, Ice Cube, who been throwin' Big3s (on God)
Huh, damn, I done did it again
Spinnin' the blocks with them Glocks and F&N's, she just told me to chill, but I had to give in
Said, "I'm turned off of rap, but I'm turnin' down Ms"
Keep it sealed, you know some of these **** would squeal
I'm as real as they come, it's the way that I live
Don't get killed tryna take somethin' that I would give
Why you still on the block? It's the way that I live
You ain't never been shot? They don't know how to kill
Plus I'm quick, and I always stay loaded with steel
Make a big **** do a backflip like Jeleel
These **** pussy, I know how they feel
They the type that'll drop they lil' gun on the drill
In the water with sharks, I got packs in that field
Touch the mil' and I'm still goin' up like an eel (IDuudIt)
Yeah (yeah), uh (uh), now I'm strapped like a dyke (I'm strapped)
Almost got left in Miami tryna get the Glock 23, 40 bullets on the flight (on God)
14K on my teeth when I smile, the sun get jealous and hate the sunlight (bling)
All of this dope in the kitchen, tag on my shoes, I've been livin' off-white (shit, Say Breezy, haha)
Come a long way from that pallet (like what?) totin' revolvers and varsity jackets (fah)
****, play with your life, I'ma snatch it (give it here)
Raised so many guns, I claim them on my taxes (alright)
Jump like a frog if you leap (if you leap)
Only strong survivor, we prey on the weak (yeah)
Ever hit up a point while they sleep (ever did it?)
Get your ass took out 'fore the microwave beep, bitch
Written by: Brian Jackson, RoDarrion Harrison
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