Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cozz
Cozz
Vocals
Omen
Omen
Vocals
Buddy
Buddy
Vocals
Landstrip Chip
Landstrip Chip
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cody Osagie
Cody Osagie
Songwriter
Damon Coleman
Damon Coleman
Songwriter
Simmie Sims III
Simmie Sims III
Songwriter
Ahmanti Booker
Ahmanti Booker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
monte booker
monte booker
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Lil, lil sauce, lil drop
Yeah, yeah
Yo
Yeah, look
Lately I've been feeling like whatever
I think that feeling spreadin' to my ****
'Cause all that **** ever do is smoke weed
And all he ever do is kill his liver
I told my **** to stop mixin' that liquor
I told him it's only gonna make him sicker, "It'll kill ya
Now hurry and pass that fifth of tequila
'Cause I'ma kill it, come on, dawg, let me get it"
Cozz is an idiot
I shouldn't hit raw, but I'm hittin' it
Lately I've been using prayers for condoms
But I'm clean, but, my god, it's so awesome
Fuck you mean, I ain't top of your roster?
Listerine, when I'm talkin', it's toxic
This is hot shit, so when you start talkin' don't get outta pocket
Like a bean or dolphin, we poppin', it's obvious
I been down so low
But I know it's my fault
I could feel it in my soul
I came up, the shit took off
All these thoughts in my head that I should've been shook off
Late nights layin' in my bed 'cause I know the mil' so close
I been down so low
But I know it's my fault
I could feel it in my soul
I came up, the shit took off
All these thoughts in my head that I should've been shook off
Late nights layin' in my bed 'cause I know the mil' so close
Politics gotta get dollars quick, I can't stall
Mama need a crib with a big back yard
I ain't got time for your texts, can't talk
Gotta make art
Dawg, I'm not silent, cocky
Heart like Rocky
Bald from the shine, not a carbon copy
I come with my respect, dawg, he's a goat
Got my own drip, dope bar on the coat
Follow my thesis
I've just been tryna live decent
Dodging the precinct
Mindin' my P's and Q's
Dreamville season, we've been due
People was bleedin', needed some truth
Cool if they sleep, it made me a beast
Now it's a feast, the trees abloom
My **** need M's, I need some too, yeah
I been down so low
But I know it's my fault
I could feel it in my soul
I came up, the shit took off
All these thoughts in my head that I should've been shook off
Late nights layin' in my bed 'cause I know the mil' so close
I been down so low
But I know it's my fault
I could feel it in my soul
I came up, the shit took off
All these thoughts in my head that I should've been shook off
Late nights layin' in my bed 'cause I know the mil' so close
Yeah, I need to get my shit together
Lately I been out here fuckin' on whatever
When you hit the pussy raw, it feel better
Actin' reckless, I think I should get a check-up
Check up, check up
**** say I'm next up
Fuck that, fuck that
****, I'm the best out
I can't have these **** treat me like a stepchild
Never graduated college, but I'm set now
Thank God
This a livin' heaven
I think I'ma need halo and some feathers
Dancin' with the devil I should get a scepter
Mom and Daddy always give a **** lectures
Question, question
Baby, what's your preference?
I can hit it from the side or you could ride it a little
Girl, I got a backstroke that's cold as the winter
I might make you breakfast, but I'm never gonna take your ass to dinner
I been down so low
But I know it's my fault
I could feel it in my soul
I came up, the shit took off
All these thoughts in my head that I should've been, shook off
Late nights layin' in my bed 'cause I know the mil' so close
Written by: Ahmanti Booker, Cody Osagie, Damon Coleman, Simmie Sims III
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