More songs by Lil Zay Osama
Description
Featured Vocals: Lil Durk
Producer: Fatmanbeatz
Producer: Vito
Assistant Mixer: Daniel Vargas
Recorded By: David "Prep" Hughes
Mixer: Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Programmer: Fatmanbeatz
Masterer: Joe LaPorta
Recorded By: Justin
Executive Producer: Kamau "KM" Brunson
Executive Producer: Lil Zay Osama
Vocals: Lil Zay Osama
Assistant Mixer: Robert Mendioro
Recorded By: Travis Marsh
Programmer: Vito
Writer: Isaiah G Dukes
Writer: Marcus Spruiell
Writer: Samy Tiger Kartas
Writer: Travis Marsh
Writer: Durk Banks
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ayy, ayy
Gang shit only, nigga
(Fatman, you did this?) You know what the fuck goin' on, man
1600 gang, nigga, you know how the fuck we rockin', nigga
Ayy, ayy
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon' get yo' ass smoked (Glock)
Get caught lackin', the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get yo' cousin to backdoor you (backdoor you)
Fuck you think this fame for? (Glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers, thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car
I'm with all my niggas, buggin'
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me, squash it with my cousin (my cousin)
This so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga
That's on my brother
I don't like them niggas, they don't like my niggas (ayy, ayy)
And I'm too rich to be fightin' them niggas (yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' shit, caught him on the nine, here go your diaper, nigga (here go your diaper, nigga)
You ain't into a gang, for rеal
You don't own your own pipe, lil' nigga (broke-ass nigga)
With you broke ass, nigga (fuck wrong with you?)
Wе ain't tolerate no fake opps (ain't no fake opps)
They can't post up in they hood
They call somebody else, shit, they block (grrr)
Free Lonnell, he six three-hundred
Only one I love from 8-Block
Bam got hit in the head, so we still count that as a face shot (what? What?)
Ayy, if niggas ain't die, they on the shit bag (shit bag)
For J-money, it's a go, you a fake opp with your brick ass (GDK)
And I fucked your baby mama while you was in jail, her thick ass (her thick ass)
Regular Glock on me, in case I run up out that switch kind (grrr, Glock)
We get litty in the city (city, what?)
They had to buy them switches from foenem in case they wanted 'em on them glizzys (city, what?)
We don't say, "No cap" for foenem, me and lil' bro 'nem say, "No kizzy" (city, what?)
All the opps know how we ride, nigga
We gon' spin 'til we get dizzy, nigga
We ain't doin' no diss
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon' get yo' ass smoked (Glock)
Get caught lackin', the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get yo' cousin to backdoor you (backdoor you)
Fuck you think this fame for? (Glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers, thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car
I'm with all my niggas, buggin'
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me, squash it with my cousin (my cousin)
This so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga
That's on my brother
(Hold up)
English translation
Ayy, ayy
Gang shit only, nigga
(Fatman, you did this?) You know what the fuck goin' on, man
1600 gang, nigga, you know how the fuck we rockin', nigga
Ayy, ayy
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon' get yo' ass smoked (Glock)
Get caught lackin', the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get yo' cousin to backdoor you (backdoor you)
Fuck you think this fame for? (Glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers, thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car
I'm with all my niggas, buggin'
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me, squash it with my cousin (my cousin)
This so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga
That's on my brother
I don't like them niggas, they don't like my niggas (ayy, ayy)
And I'm too rich to be fightin' them niggas (yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' shit, caught him on the nine, here go your diaper, nigga (here go your diaper, nigga)
You ain't into a gang, for rеal
You don't own your own pipe, lil' nigga (broke-ass nigga)
With you broke ass, nigga (fuck wrong with you?)
Wе ain't tolerate no fake opps (ain't no fake opps)
They can't post up in they hood
They call somebody else, shit, they block (grrr)
Free Lonnell, he six three-hundred
Only one I love from 8-Block
Bam got hit in the head, so we still count that as a face shot (what? What?)
Ayy, if niggas ain't die, they on the shit bag (shit bag)
For J-money, it's a go, you a fake opp with your brick ass (GDK)
And I fucked your baby mama while you was in jail, her thick ass (her thick ass)
Regular Glock on me, in case I run up out that switch kind (grrr, Glock)
We get litty in the city (city, what?)
They had to buy them switches from foenem in case they wanted 'em on them glizzys (city, what?)
We don't say, "No cap" for foenem, me and lil' bro 'nem say, "No kizzy" (city, what?)
All the opps know how we ride, nigga
We gon' spin 'til we get dizzy, nigga
We ain't doin' no diss
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon' get yo' ass smoked (Glock)
Get caught lackin', the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get yo' cousin to backdoor you (backdoor you)
Fuck you think this fame for? (Glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers, thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car
I'm with all my niggas, buggin'
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me, squash it with my cousin (my cousin)
This so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga
That's on my brother
(Hold up)