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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Rap
Torin Martinez
Torin Martinez
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torin Martinez
Torin Martinez
Composer
Maudell Watkins
Maudell Watkins
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Recording Engineer
Torin Martinez
Torin Martinez
Producer
Bryan Anzel
Bryan Anzel
Mixing Engineer
Preston Reid
Preston Reid
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Richard Ledesma
Richard Ledesma
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm just flexin' in this Balenciaga
Had to get held back to get it, but fuck it, I got it
Someone said they don't learn to love you till they lose you, baby
Gave you my heart but my emotions still belong to this money
[Verse 3]
And I ain't making no apologies
You know I never say what I don't mean
I don't know where you come from, you a different breed
Got me feeling like I be fuckin' Aaliyah Hadid
See what I mean, I promise that
[Verse 4]
I'm still tryna fuck
Know you ain't forgot our love
[Verse 5]
Playin', playin' with my mind, yeah
Sayin' everything I thought I could not say
I can't hold it back this way
Come too far to start a clean slate
[Verse 6]
Come too far
Come too far, ah-oh
Yeah
[Verse 7]
And I'm just flexin' in some vintage Prada
Been sayin' prayers for you, I hope the Lord finally got 'em
Pray you don't go out your way for **** that lost they way
I pray you not out here savin' **** when you need to be saved
I spent so much time on this like I was in the lockup
Throwin' up 2 C's all the way out in Opa Locka
I got **** that said they love me now they yellin' fuck me
But then they tried to apologize and I squashin' nothing, ****
When it's wartime I ain't hidin', I ain't hidin' no feelings
Got the soulja rag on, and I ain't never sayin' sorry
Every day I'm fuckin' her raw, yeah, I'm playin' with God's vision
And I eat that pussy up like my life depend on it
If you make it out of Dallas, ****, you can do anything
Missin' school, I was dyin' from a stomach disease
The only reason a **** ain't never really sip no lean
Coughin' up blood in the sink after I made her sing
But you can bet that
[Verse 8]
I'm still tryna fuck
Know you ain't forgot our love
[Verse 9]
Playin', playin' with my mind, yeah
Sayin' everything I thought I could not say
I can't hold it back this way
Come too far to start a clean slate
Written by: Maudell Watkins, Torin Martinez
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