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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Justin Rarri
Justin Rarri
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian Baez
Adrian Baez
Composer
Travond Durham
Travond Durham
Composer
Joseph Boyden
Joseph Boyden
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Staccdagreatest
Staccdagreatest
Producer
SephGotTheWaves
SephGotTheWaves
Producer
Dennys "SumYunGhai" Capellan
Dennys "SumYunGhai" Capellan
Recording Engineer
Pierre Salandy
Pierre Salandy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Fake hoe, get the fuck from 'round me
I got some shit that I know that I can't tell nobody
Pick up, pick up
I'm feeling like I'm dying
I got that cold heart fever, I been feeling no one 'round me
[Verse 2]
And I got a feeling you don't care about me, you just wanna see all the money
And this is for everybody
I'm still stuck in the hood I been killin' myself I been smokin' till I get pain all out me
Had to get up by myself, 'cause they don't give a fuck, man, these **** don't care about you
We be shooting, watch your step
I got hella big dogs and them **** don't play about me
[Verse 3]
Till the day we up on jet ski
Oh, baby, I cry
And she want me fall off
You think I'm blind sighted
I been stuck in my head, gotta move out it
Mama say I need therapy, I'm wallen
Give a fuck 'bout drip, want no stylist
I been gone too long, I'm too quiet
Only trust my dirty 4
You know my heart cold
Only worried 'bout bankroll
And I know they wonder why he ain't talking
Just because I said so
And I promise mama after I reach it, I ain't tryin' to hear none
And I promise that none of them **** is walking up
I got bitches spread open, they calling us
Look at da guap all in my jeans
I ain't worried 'bout them, like fuck you mean
Let me change my flow for they critique it
I'ma run up the money and fuck on a shorty, ain't telling me shit, I got bigger plans
Hold a mini drake with my left hand
And that fuck **** mad 'cause I get bands
Don't lie on me
Yeah
Servin' ya pops, he be stuck on that dust
I put the money right over the dubs
We can't talk 'bout a issue, then I bet you ain't the one
I needa shorty
Off the rip, don't judge me
Just hold me closer while telling me that you love me
[Verse 4]
Fake hoe, get the fuck from 'round me
I got some shit that I know that I can't tell nobody
Pick up, pick up
I'm feeling like I'm dying
I got that cold heart fever, I been feeling no one 'round me
And I got a feeling you don't care about me, you just wanna see all the money
Written by: Adrian Baez, Georgia Boyden, Joseph Boyden, Travond Durham
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