Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Woodie Smalls
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dallas Cooper
Composer
Sylvestre Salumu
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sylvestre Salumu
Producer
Stefano Bakidi
Engineer
Younes Badrani
Engineer
Autumn Keys
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
New women, new clothes
New bitches, I see
This ain't the world for me
And everything, you cop it
I can get it for free
Smoke the buddha, win the day
Wish that I could say
Open up for the smile
Look at me like a child
Waving at this is ours
It's a very good lesson
Hoping that they get some
It's something real, yeah
[Verse 2]
Planet shrooms
Got me feeling like I'm Mister Do
Man, I'm trying to see kingdom soon
Looking at the stars and the moon
Man, I'm trying to get crazy
Man, I'm trying to get wavy
Hold it down for my baby
Can take her pulse, talk her pulse
I'm winning, I can take a loss, take a loss
It's something real, yeah
[Verse 3]
Now tell the world that we coming
State to state, man, we running
Switching up my little digits
Pray to god that we make it
It's a very good lesson
Hoping that they get some, yeah
It's a very good lesson
Hoping that they get some, yeah
[Verse 4]
Now tell the world that we coming
State to state, man, we running
Switching up my little digits
Pray to god that we make it
Now tell the world that we coming
State to state, man, we running
Switching up my little digits
Pray to god that we make it
[Verse 5]
Never get lost, said never get lost in the desert
I've been waiting for my eyes to switch
Trying to get out this bitch
But if it's only for nothing
You know that I'm up to something
You know I can't deal with you
Promise that I speak the truth
I just hold it down for my youth
I've been wavy for days
Ain't got enough on my plate
I wish that Woodie could stay
Gotta get this money to Shay
I pray till we get silent
I'm stacking fifty wallets
Look at the speakers, they knocking
These **** hate, but they watching
Now they pop my disc, I was made for this
Look at all the shit that we did
I was trying to cut my wrists
So wave 'em high
Until we get that fucking power
Fucking bitches up in Brooklyn
And I'm busy smoking sour
[Verse 6]
Now tell the world that we coming
State to state, man, we running
Switching up my little digits
Pray to god that we make it
Now tell the world that we coming
State to state, man, we running
Switching up my little digits
Pray to god that we make it
[Verse 7]
It's a very good lesson
Hoping that they get some, yeah
It's a very good lesson
Hoping that they get some, yeah
[Verse 8]
T-tell the world that we coming
State to state, man, we running
Switching up my little digits
P-p-pray to god that we make it
Tell the world that we coming
To state, man, we running
Switching up my little digits
Pray my god that we make it
[Verse 9]
Tell the world that we coming
State to state, man, we running
Switching up my little digits
Pray to god that we make it
Tell the world that we coming
State to state, man, we running
Switching up my little digits
Written by: Dallas Cooper, Sylvestre Salumu