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