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Description
Producer: Tyymachine
Producer: Allen LorenzKhaya “Macxsn” Gilika
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Kevin "No Credit" Spencer
A& R: Nicole Wyskoarko
A& R: Bella Smith
A& R: Rex Zamor
A& R: DaBoyDame
Aand Rcoordinator: Brett Waters for CMG
Aand Radministrator: Marissa Wickliffe
Composer Lyricist: Dion Hayes
Composer Lyricist: Tyler McCann
Composer Lyricist: Allen Lorenzo Shell
Composer Lyricist: Siarhei Gerasimov
Lyrics and translation
Original
I done been shot past niggas (you're tuned into the Grind Machine)
I just appreciate you saying that, Chop
I done been shot past niggas
A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different
Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga
I done been had Ms
How the fuck all the hate come from friends?
She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten
Still Mr. Fuck-a-Bitch-Friend, Mr. Bust-a-Band
Mr. Pour-the-Trish-Out, I only want the red
Free my nigga Tez, my Uncle Nell
Free my nigga Ric', still ain't never bought a Jeep
Holler if you lost a bitch, I still ain't never left the East
I'ma road runnin', send more hundreds
They say they need raw shit, we got more coming
I'm the dope man still, blow, Perc, and pills
Hard for Drew to beat it, say they caught him on film
I'm a Louis Timb nigga, Saint Michael's brim nigga
Ask around, they gon' tell you that we lil' niggas
Ask again, they gon' tell you that we kill niggas
Hard for me to feel niggas, I seen statements
Hard for me to chill when I'm used to goin' crazy
I done been shot past niggas
A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different
Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga
I done been had Ms
How the fuck all the hate come from friends?
She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten
Still Mr. Fuck-a-Bitch-Friend, Mr. Bust-a-Band
Mr. Pour-the-Trish-Out, I only want the red
Heard they just popped a nigga dead (fuck him)
All in the dirt (pussy)
Every time they diss, we make 'em buy another shirt
I be ballin' on the 12th same way I do the first, nigga merch
I'll never vouch for a nigga I ain't serve with
Ain't the one to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain't heard shit
I just bought a Cully, not to drive, just to swerve with
Next time a nigga shoot at mine, bitch, we purgin'
I know you niggas nervous
My side bitches be curvin'
I'll never vouch for a nigga I ain't serve with
Ain't the type to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain't heard shit
I just bought a Cully, not to drive, just to swerve with
I know you niggas heard me
I done been shot past niggas
A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different
Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga
I done been had Ms
How the fuck all the hate come from friends?
She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten
Still Mr. Fuck-a-Bitch-Friend, Mr. Bust-a-Band
Mr. Pour-the-Trish-Out, I only want the red
English translation
I done been shot past niggas (you're tuned into the Grind Machine)
I just appreciate you saying that, Chop
I done been shot past niggas
A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different
Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga
I done been had Ms
How the fuck all the hate come from friends?
She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten
Still Mr. Fuck-a-Bitch-Friend, Mr. Bust-a-Band
Mr. Pour-the-Trish-Out, I only want the red
Free my nigga Tez, my Uncle Nell
Free my nigga Ric', still ain't never bought a Jeep
Holler if you lost a bitch, I still ain't never left the East
I'ma road runnin', send more hundreds
They say they need raw shit, we got more coming
I'm the dope man still, blow, Perc, and pills
Hard for Drew to beat it, say they caught him on film
I'm a Louis Timb nigga, Saint Michael's brim nigga
Ask around, they gon' tell you that we lil' niggas
Ask again, they gon' tell you that we kill niggas
Hard for me to feel niggas, I seen statements
Hard for me to chill when I'm used to goin' crazy
I done been shot past niggas
A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different
Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga
I done been had Ms
How the fuck all the hate come from friends?
She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten
Still Mr. Fuck-a-Bitch-Friend, Mr. Bust-a-Band
Mr. Pour-the-Trish-Out, I only want the red
Heard they just popped a nigga dead (fuck him)
All in the dirt (pussy)
Every time they diss, we make 'em buy another shirt
I be ballin' on the 12th same way I do the first, nigga merch
I'll never vouch for a nigga I ain't serve with
Ain't the one to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain't heard shit
I just bought a Cully, not to drive, just to swerve with
Next time a nigga shoot at mine, bitch, we purgin'
I know you niggas nervous
My side bitches be curvin'
I'll never vouch for a nigga I ain't serve with
Ain't the type to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain't heard shit
I just bought a Cully, not to drive, just to swerve with
I know you niggas heard me
I done been shot past niggas
A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different
Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga
I done been had Ms
How the fuck all the hate come from friends?
She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten
Still Mr. Fuck-a-Bitch-Friend, Mr. Bust-a-Band
Mr. Pour-the-Trish-Out, I only want the red