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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DUSTY LOCANE
Performer
OnPointLikeOP
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reginald Miot
Songwriter
Brandon Greene
Songwriter
Hollman Lamar
Songwriter
Iana Jackson
Songwriter
Jasper Murray
Songwriter
Lacarreone Crews
Songwriter
Gregory Sanders Jr.
Songwriter
Kirston s Hedge
Songwriter
Daniel Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitman Audio
Producer
Corey Lingo
Producer
Lyrics
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Look
Ayo OP, what's crackin' cuz?
Haha, listen
Corey Lingo, what's up man?
Fuck what the D.A. told me
Keep a stick on my hip, move doley
In the hood talkin' shit like you know me
Shu'-shu' hit 'em up, yo, OP
Leave 'em leaking, slowly
Shoot shots, bend blocks, Ginobili
20K up in the duffy
Turn that nigga to a duppy
Moët got me feeling bubbly
He talk that smoke, gon' touch him
He mad at his baddie, she love me
I give her the dick, she lucky
My Glock be riding in the front seat
He talk that smoke, won't touch me
Turn a nigga to a duppy
Look at his brains, mushy
Know that I'm getting money (breesh)
None of these niggas could touch me (nah)
I did 30K on the roll, nigga, that's fresh off a uppy (upped it)
Nigga, all my opps some hoes, nigga they broke and musty (ugh)
Know that they ain't getting no money (nah)
Told them kick it like rugby (bitch)
If I see an opp, whack a opp (nigga)
Turn that boy to a duppy
If I move with the treys (you know)
Or I'm rollin' with Dusty
How you wanna do it? Shit could get ugly (pussy)
Yeah, I'm stuck in my ways
Telling me ways to get to this shmoney (nine-O)
So I gotta get paid
Traps for days, staying with gang (hah)
Still stay on my block
Rollin' with gang, diggin' through rains (blaow)
Still slide on a opp
32 shots all in my Glock (don't want no thot)
32 shots all in my Glock
Roll with the opps, know you get shot, pussy
Fuck what the D.A. told me
Keep a stick on my hip, move doley
In the hood talkin' shit like you know me
Shu'-shu' hit 'em up, yo, OP
Leave 'em leaking, slowly
Shoot shots, bend blocks, Ginobili
20K up in the duffy
Turn that nigga to a duppy
Moët got me feeling bubbly
He talk that smoke, gon' touch him
He mad at his baddie, she love me
I give her the dick, she lucky
My Glock be riding in the front seat
He talk that smoke, won't touch me
Turn a nigga to a duppy
Look at his brains, mushy
If you come walking down to Fifth, huh
Then you better have your grip, look
30 in him, then he flip, look
In the trenches how we live
Free Skrap out the cage, it's a run down
1090 to the Fifth, we don't play 'round
M4 lift 'em up, he gon' lay down
And we all from the Floss, that's the playground
Send that nigga to his maker
Drip sauce, flavor
Walk down with a laser
Sailing kites, get your cake up
But now we back to this gang shit
Six-Os and I'm sanctioned
Stuff a nigga in the pavement
And I'm missing arraignment
I can't tolerate no bullshit
Shu'-shu' be the movement
And all my niggas keep a full clip
Seen the opps, they ain't do shit
(They scared, shit, haha, them niggas wasn't on no gang shit)
I seen the opps, they ain't do shit (look)
Fuck what the D.A. told me
Keep a stick on my hip, move doley
In the hood talkin' shit like you know me
Shu'-shu' hit 'em up, yo, OP
Leave 'em leaking, slowly
Shoot shots, bend blocks, Ginobili
20K up in the duffy
Turn that nigga to a duppy
Moët got me feeling bubbly
He talk that smoke, gon' touch him
He mad at his baddie, she love me
I give her the dick, she lucky
My Glock be riding in the front seat
He talk that smoke, won't touch me
Turn a nigga to a duppy
Look at his brains, mushy
Writer(s): Daniel Simmons, Brandon Greene, Jasper Murray, Reginald Miot, Kirston Hedge, Lamar Hollman, Lacarreone Crews, Iana Jackson, Gregory Sanders
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