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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Trane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Youri Pol Ondo Mbolo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kalim
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Searching for the wrong things
Head into the club, a place of nonsense
People showing me fake love
Bitches turning up with the thugs
Rolling with the gang, whassup
Pour me a drink, don't want no Xans in my cup
Only hustlers understand
We work too hard, now we come play
[Verse 2]
Pulling up in the Rover all-black
I needed help, but they never called back
I wanted love, shorty never wrote back
Now her closest bitches hanging with the crew because I'm next
But I know they don't care about us, yeah
Sadly tryna show off, order twenty bottles, yeah
We should probably save instead of wasting dollars
When I'm with my crew I'm always doing the wrong shit
Yeah
[Verse 3]
Smoking on that gas, sipping on drinks
Dying slow and living fast, she don't wanna think
And her homies wanna flex, they throwing bands
I remember waiting on buses when we were young
[Verse 4]
Now I'm pulling up, pulling up on you (Skrrt skrrt)
Pulling up, pulling up on you
Show me your love
You're all that I need
Without you, all this cash don't mean a thing
[Verse 5]
Pour up that Moët
Parisian girls get so wet
We make 'em change their old ways
Throw it up, get ratchet
Every time we get a check, there's a
Eighty percent chance we'll blow it
I never do this unless I'm drunk or high, now I'm both
[Verse 6]
I'm thinking of those days when I was broke
I was running through my city, doing bad shit
Shit, this been going on and on for long, yeah
Growing up, ****, we're still growing up
Ain't no turning down, 'cause we gon' keep going up
Ay, I just roll that blunt, smoke my problems away
Ay, didn't listen what my grandfather said
Rolling up, drinking till I'm throwing up
Cross-faded, up wilding with the crew, it's getting late
It's 5 a.m., I'm thinking 'bout us
Might end up pulling up on you
[Verse 7]
Smoking on that gas, sipping on drinks
Dying slow and living fast, she don't wanna think
And her homies wanna flex, they throwing bands
I remember waiting on buses when we were young
[Verse 8]
Now I'm pulling up, pulling up on you (Skrrt skrrt)
Pulling up, pulling up on you
Show me your love
You're all that I need
Without you, all this cash don't mean a thing
Written by: Youri Pol Ondo Mbolo