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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
$NOT
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Tjernagel
Songwriter
Edy Edouard
Songwriter
Naeem Muhammad
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Adrian 'Adot' Merino
Recording Engineer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Eem Triplin
Producer
Teddi Jones
Producer
Lyrics
Sometimes I can really be fucked up
Ain't nothin' much to say
Sometimes I can really be
Sometimes I can really be fucked up
Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye"
Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie
I can see these **** right through my eyes
Bitch, I'm reckless, I'm ruthless, very much stupid
All about this money, **** hit my phone, who this?
Broken heart but now I'm in the club, I'm feelin' fucked up
Is he fuckin' with me? Is he fuckin' with the scrubs?
I know, I know, had to draw that bitch off
****, why you talkin'? Well, I think that shit's off
I walk around like I'm a rockstar
Double-R's parked all up in my backyard
Sometimеs I can really be fucked up
Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye"
Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie
I can see these **** right through my eyes
Fuck love but I need medicine
All in for myself 'cause these **** not my friends
Bitch, why you mad? You don't care, don't pretend
I'm tryna kill that **** 'cause it's all about revenge
I started from the zero, now I flipped it to a hunnid
All about this money 'cause I got something from it
Put my dick up in her mouth, now it's in her stomach
Yeah, I be the boss, no bodyguards in public
I just wanna chill with my day-ones
Outside but it's rainin', but I feel the sun
I'm war-ready in my black Air Force 1's
I'm doin' what I gotta do, no options
Sometimes I can really be fucked up
Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye"
Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie
I can see these **** right through my eyes
Sometimes I can really be fucked up
Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye"
Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie
I can see these **** right through my eyes
I don't really wanna know about nothin'
**** always tryna make assumptions
And it's always on that fuck shit, so it's fuck it
Ballin' on these ****, 'cause I'm makin' straight buckets
Fendi on my body, **** can't fuckin' jack it
Pistol on my waist, fuck, ****, it's a habit
If it's smoke that you want, fuck, ****, you can have it
If you want some clout, put a fork in a outlet
No, I ain't playin' with these ****
I ain't playin' with these bitches, no, I ain't finished
All you **** jokes, all you **** real gimmicks
I stay solid, man, I stay real prolific
Sometimes I can really be fucked up
Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye"
Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie
I can see these **** right through my eyes
Written by: A. Tjernagel, Edy Edouard, Naeem Muhammad