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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Plies
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Plies
Songwriter
B. Crear
Songwriter
A. Martin
Songwriter
Ronell Levatte
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Plies
Producer
Ronell Levatte
Executive Producer
M Pratt
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Michael Miller
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ted "Touche" Lucas
Executive Producer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Necronam
Producer
Bryan Tyson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I keep a couple killas round me when I move
'Cause I don't really fuck with a lotta these dudes
You won't rob me, but I might rob you
So when you see me, you gon' see my goons
I keep a couple killas round me when I move
'Cause I don't really fuck with a lotta these dudes
You won't rob me, but I might rob you
So when you see me, you gon' see my goons
[Verse 2]
Couple killas on my right, couple killas on my left
But I am a motherfuckin' killa myself
Got my Glock .40 right up under my belt
Hit you with this burner and you will melt
I only hang with my goons and nobody else
So your better keep your hands to yourself
When I say I'm ready, then they gon' step
You ain't got enough guns, you gon' need some help
Make sure this what you want 'cause we will shoot you to death
'Cause we a lil' silly, we is bad for your health
All of us stay with it, all of us stay strapped
That's why I keep all my goons on deck
[Verse 3]
I keep a couple killas round me when I move
'Cause I don't really fuck with a lotta these dudes
You won't rob me, but I might rob you
So when you see me, you gon' see my goons
I keep a couple killas round me when I move
'Cause I don't really fuck with a lotta these dudes
You won't rob me, but I might rob you
So when you see me, you gon' see my goons
[Verse 4]
Smell the liquor on my breath, smell the dro on my skin
Look, they throwin' big faces in the wind
I am not friendly and I'm not your friend
Gave the bouncer two hundy, slipped my fire in
Whenever y'all ready, let the shootin' game begin
I'm walkin' kinda slow 'cause my fire big
Either y'all let us chill, or we gon' mess up y'all gig
We all lookin' crazy 'cause all of us bent
My goons paranoid, so please don't flinch
'Cause all of my goons ain't got good sense
We all dead drunk, and all of us lit
But I love my goons 'cause they tote they shit
[Verse 5]
I keep a couple killas round me when I move
'Cause I don't really fuck with a lotta these dudes
You won't rob me, but I might rob you
So when you see me, you gon' see my goons
I keep a couple killas round me when I move
'Cause I don't really fuck with a lotta these dudes
You won't rob me, but I might rob you
So when you see me, you gon' see my goons
[Verse 6]
I ain't come solo, tonight I'm with my clique
I haven't seen her since I fucked that bitch
And I haven't called her, so I know she's sick
Pushed her off on the goons, let one of them hit
'Cause I gotta stay focused 'cause these **** real slick
You will not rob me, turn around and sell my shit
Keep my eyes open 'cause it happen real quick
How many of us with fire? Hmm, 'bout six
[Verse 7]
I keep a couple killas round me when I move
'Cause I don't really fuck with a lotta these dudes
You won't rob me, but I might rob you
So when you see me, you gon' see my goons
I keep a couple killas round me when I move
'Cause I don't really fuck with a lotta these dudes
You won't rob me, but I might rob you
So when you see me, you gon' see my goons
Written by: A. Martin, B. Crear, Plies, Ronell Levatte