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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Lil Poppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Songwriter
Janarious Wheeler
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Roger Dickerson II
Roger Dickerson II
Songwriter
Byron Thomas
Byron Thomas
Songwriter
Bernell Jackson Quillens
Bernell Jackson Quillens
Songwriter
Brian "Baby" Williams
Brian "Baby" Williams
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy Beats
Wheezy Beats
Producer
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Producer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Earl E. Washington
Earl E. Washington
Recording Engineer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer

Lyrics

I can't complain, shit great (shit great) Been trying to dodge another wait or a bullshit case Plus PJ on the way but I ain't tripping, jit straight Ain't left the house in the seven days, bitch, I still get paid Shit been still getting crazy, popping pills, getting faded Moving 'round Atlanta with my hammer I'm trying to send something to Grady We don't see more than Jay-Z, my new Glock my baby They know twelve, double O the army, better yet the Navy Hope these niggas don't try harm me or One these cracking try to slay me 'Cause they know if a nigga play then It's murder was the case that they gave me This that rock a bye baby, I'm talking fourteen in a four I'm on Phelps street, fixing to sit and watch him cook his dope Been acting selfish, dealing with some shit I can't cope I got a death wish, I been sipping Wock' a little more Opps spinning the block a little more Crackers been hot a little more I'm paranoid, I been clutching on my Glock a little more I got a feisty little whore, she going to make a nigga bust then bust her gun for me Ain't get the chance to hit the lights and she going to run for me On it all night, she taking pipe, she ain't going to run from it I don't give a fuck your wrong or right, just keep it one hunnid Got plenty wonbd to get these stripes but that's what come from it And anybody can take a life, acting like you done something They know when it come to my side, nigga, we run something All I know is we up right now, ain't too many times we won something Tell them, "Send another order, ran through another quarter" Just paid another lawyer, got a song, I need a daughter now Just half of the money dirty, it came out the soil The game done changed most of these old niggas watered down The rain came then all of these niggas got from 'round The pain came now let's see who really holding you down Ain't a damn thing changed, still more frowns than smiles He dead, I want him dead again, let's put a hole in the ground They got my nigga, he ain't speak, no, he ain't making a sound Ain't gloryfying the situation but he making me proud Ain't gotta ask if I feel safe, I got a K in the crowd Feel safe enough to leave this bitch with handshakes and a bow They wanna ask about some bodies, that don't relate to me now Asked if he still had his face then that wasn't really my style Say if he don't take the offer this time then they going to send it to trail And he know if he do that, we ain't gon' see each other in a while Been acting selfish, dealing with some shit I can't cope I got a death wish, I been sipping Wock' a little more Opps spinning the block a little more Crackers been hot a little more I'm paranoid, I been clutching on my Glock a little more I got a feisty little ho, she going to make a nigga bust then bust her gun for me Ain't get the chance to hit the lights and she going run for me On it all night, she taking pipe, she ain't going to run from it I don't give a fuck your wrong or right, just keep it one hundred
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Roger D. Dickerson, Janarious Mykel Wheeler, Byron O. Thomas, Bernell Jackson Quillens, Dwayne Carter, Sean Aaron Momberger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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