Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
EthoSuave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
EthoSuave
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
prodbychubbs
Producer
Lyrics
New clout, no more beefin' wit' kids
Like, I gotta get used to this shit
Like in the raq, posted up wit' bids
I bend in your block, I gotta post a vid
Multiple times, y'all know how we get
Like walk up, stand over and click
Niggas in my comments steady throwin' fits
I know why he mad, I prolly fucked his bitch
Like I'ma keep shit P
Like, new money, take care in a week
Like, maneuver the play, I'm tryna secure it
That card mine, if she let me beat
Like Baby drop, I throw fifteen
Give 'em hell, fuck keepin' the peacе
Headshot, I dare him to peek
If I got the drop thеn all my brothers eat
Like, that's how we give it up
Like, why he tryna beef? He a pup
No mask, throw a shot
You know it's us, boy don't even front
Like big body, my shit up
But I got tan, why throw a punch?
Like she shot, but I know she could fuck up
Pour up some Henny, make her loosen up
Like and they know who I am, Mr.MakeItHappen
He not tough, why y'all tryna gas him?
Nigga Iggy got tagged, he was lackin'
We got blunts, told DG to tap in
Y'all mans died shakin' a package, like
Dickhead, he shoulda had it
Took L's but we got shit back from, like
For JuJu we tryna get active
Push up, he tryna catch that beat
Like, do my thing, sweep him off his feet
Don't ask why we droppin' the Woo for the Ville
Fuck clout, it's real life beef
Like certain shit that y'all don't even know
And y'all don't wanna go toe to toe
Bad bitch, add me on ya Finsta
I'm tryna see how you get on the low
Fuck the 5, them niggas don't spin
Them niggas do not play they block
Clip hold six and it got a beam
I was wit' Stacks, push up you get shot
On that back block, seven deep
Durin' quarantine Covid couldn't stop us
Only the 8, we on that frontline
Hang out windows tryna knock off tops
Like, new clout, no more beefin' wit' kids
I gotta get used to this shit
Like in the raq, posted up wit' bids
I bend in your block, I gotta post a vid
Multiple times, y'all know how we get
Like walk up, stand over and click
Niggas in my comments steady throwin' fits
I know why he mad, I prolly fucked his bitch
Like I'ma keep shit P
Like, new money, take care in a week
Like, maneuver the play, I'm tryna secure it
That card mine, if she let me beat
Baby drop, I throw fifteen
Like give 'em hell, fuck keepin' the peace
Headshot, I dare him to peek
If I got the drop then all my brothers eat
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