Production Credits Lyrics

Yeah, producer rap

You ain't never hear a rapper producer do this

Let's go

Yo, yellow tape at the station

Got me assuming that boy wonder

How the feds in the metro booming

They caught the killer

He was trying to throw back three, can't identify

He ain't got no ID, he from Cali

What is he doing on this coast

Train doors closed and kicked in the door

He big ghost playing hypnotized

Yelling that outside

It was Gucci till they caught him on the south side

His spouse cried mouth wide as he gripped and squeezed

Another hit boy put bullets through a kid Capris

He made him do a lil flip, cocked the hamma and it rung a snitch

Saw da vid and said, a band'll get it done

Cops left knots on him like an instrumental

You gon' pay for this and all the trauma folks done went through

Lotta victims on that train, it's sad that he killed nine

I did this in real time, I got a ill mind

Hottest producer rapper

Who do it like this

Yo, check

Yo, how I'ma feel fine

This is tragic, you don't know

He gone just blaze and cause havoc

Crime scene was graphic, we used to this stuff

A victim suffer cardiac arrest, no producer in cuffs

We know what went down, we aware too

You gotta take it easy mo, be careful

I'm not playing, it's written, it's God's plan

I know a 40 or a Drake will send you to God's land

I'm praying, doing music in my jazzy phase

You have to hear it, tell your favorite DJ to premiere it

I cater the lyrics, you face to face with the purest

Kirk Franklin, disrespect and I'm stomping your spirit

This my EP, in MD, they got a sermon for you

A fine girl to do the job, got a German for you

It's concerning for you, bet a thousand stop ya

I'll get crazy with a band like Travis Barker