Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Lyrics
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Composer
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Composer
Jermaine Elliott
Jermaine Elliott
Composer
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Lyrics
Matthew-Kyle Brown
Matthew-Kyle Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
Smatt Sertified
Smatt Sertified
Producer
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Producer
Jermaine Elliott
Jermaine Elliott
Producer
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
Recording Engineer
Peter Kuhlmann
Peter Kuhlmann
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Southside on the track, yeah) (Ay Smatty, let's count up some f-) New niggas, I don't fuck with new niggas No, we don't recruit niggas, I be with a few killers, yeah Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock .22 hit 'em, yeah Truth spitter, always with a few members I can't fuck with you niggas, bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah Draco move niggas, sweep your block like we got brooms with us Once that boom hit 'em, put your dead homie in the air My Too Turnts don't fuck around Hot shit flame, we burn him down Hollows bangin' out that 40 cal' Bitch, they outside lurkin' now Thought only God could judge us He got 60 years on the murder trial Can switch the flow, I'm versatile I'm ahead of y'all by a hundred miles These niggas soft, my bro a savage, he play a cold game Quick to hop out right in traffic like he got road rage 30 shots, he keep on clappin' until his soul rage Head down, they caught him nappin' and took his whole brain These bitches trippin', I been on cappin', back to my old way A lot of niggas trickin', that's what's keepin' all these hoes safe Liquor in me, bend it over, kill it, don't do foreplay She gon' wanna lick me way I'm drippin' in these Dolces New niggas, I don't fuck with new niggas No, we don't recruit niggas, I be with a few killers, yeah Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock .22 hit 'em, yeah Truth spitter, always with a few members I can't fuck with you niggas, bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah Draco move niggas, sweep your block like we got brooms with us Once that boom hit 'em, put your dead homie in the air Yeah, Cap's with us, with the kid, young and rich Block still mixed with Fent', come get a pinch Don't let the anger get you killed, this shit get real Eastside 30 sticks, I'm tryna blitz I hope the gang don't look surprised, I'm droppin' five He ain't even hit my bitch, but shit, he tried I catch him out with all his shit, might get him robbed I'm this trim, not 'cause I'm hatin', 'cause he a bitch Might pour a six, I'm drinkin' Wock', no, this ain't Tris And on the guys, before I cry, I'm tryna slide Got a few niggas, I don't fuck with you niggas Ever since I got rich, they been tryna stop shit, tuh New niggas, I don't fuck with new niggas No, we don't recruit niggas, I be with a few killers, yeah Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock .22 hit 'em, yeah Truth spitter, always with a few members I can't fuck with you niggas, bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah Draco move niggas, sweep your block like we got brooms with us Once that boom hit 'em, put your dead homie in the air
Writer(s): Allen Ritter, Dion Marquise Hayes, Jermaine Elliott, Joshua Luellen, Matthew-kyle Brown, Taurus Bartlett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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