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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
SAFE
SAFE
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Songwriter
Anthony Jermaine White
Anthony Jermaine White
Songwriter
Khaled Rohaim
Khaled Rohaim
Songwriter
Travis Sayles
Travis Sayles
Songwriter
Michael Jackson
Michael Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. White Did It
J. White Did It
Producer
Rance From 1500 or Nothin'
Rance From 1500 or Nothin'
Producer
Khaled Rohaim
Khaled Rohaim
Producer
Travis Sayles
Travis Sayles
Producer
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Lil Capalot, bitch, ha! Smooth criminal, Mike Jack And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back Pull that TEC out just to make a statement He gon' need a body bag or a night sack He a bitch, he'll fold under pressure I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared" "Go in for the kill, if they try, you better fight back" We'll beat his ass if he try to throw the folks up What's all that shit you was sayin' like you was so tough? They gon' have to carry your man's if he approach us Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam when we get close up Rich-ass gangster, my gun match the color of my car Any sudden movement and this bitch go, "Fah, fah" Bet I have him huggin' Allah I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh So you better look both ways, make your soul shake Demons standin' in the doorway Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way" Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Still on that bullshit, MJ Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape All my life, had to risk-take But if they come and try me, .40 kickin' 'til my wrist break Let anybody in this bitch play I'ma have my C's leave his ass in the ground with a stiff face Where I'm from, all the killers turn hood legend And they known through them blocks like Dikembe Totin' on somethin' bigger than The Great Khali 30 shots'll knock him down like Muhammad Ali Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P., bitch Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh So you better look both ways, make your soul shake Demons standin' in the doorway Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way" Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Writer(s): Michael Joe Jackson, Larrance Levar Dopson, Travis J. Sayles, Khaled Rohaim, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Anthony Germaine White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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