Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Night Lovell
Night Lovell
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shermar Paul
Shermar Paul
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Indigo
Kid Indigo
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ay, ay
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Uh
[Verse 2]
Bitch named Alyssa
Still I'm gone with no Swisher
Shots of rum in the pitcher
I take the time, get me richer
Got the thot so intact
Dark from ground to the cat
Made a bill from a stack
This shit got a pill for the back
Hit that bitch from the back
Say you run with the pack
Miss my face with that shit
You say that you bring the fuck back
Say I'm always so cold
Told the story to know
In the facts that I say I live in he north of the gold, ay, yeah
[Verse 3]
I'm so ashamed
Don't run, don't you run
Thinkin' that you'd end this shit from excess to the gun
Burnin' in the light from the motherfucking sun
My way's to the stage, don't you never fuckin' fund
[Verse 4]
No status, no practice
Stay low, never shit show
Takin' stacks for the snow
I'll take your bitch and she know
Movin' fast through the glass, never take it
**** talk, never walk
And I come straight back to lacin'
[Verse 5]
Left  that shit, been dead
Still you down your fuckin' head
Seen with stats to the racks
I go down with thots in the back
Dumb ass **** with the Ruger
Fuck around and pop ya
No, I'm never gonna stop her
Cut the power, you a marker
[Verse 6]
Tell them my life always down from the crowd
Never will I make your ass down for the town
Layin' on the low, face down in the Bay
Sippin' gin, never take facts to the back
Let's go down to my ****
Tell me, bitch, don't sing it
Tell me shit, but that's counterfeit
Think I'm dumb 'cause that shit I lit
Mama said four figures
Make it big, no dealers
Walkin' round, no trace of hit
Takin' cash from your dealer's shit
Chip slow for the back show
'Bout ten mill in 'Lando
Paint shit from thot shit, you call me Picasso
**** say that I'm wack though
Fuck a bitch in your Volvo
White meat on my plate though
White sheet to my pencil
[Verse 7]
Already done
Fuck you ****, I'm already done
Already done, I'm already done
Fuck you ****, I'm already done
Never shit fun, run with the gun
And fuck you ****, I'm already done
Already done, never shit fun
Already done, done
[Verse 8]
Crackhouse sniffin' in the back though
Coke white shoe, shit make dough
**** think big, she a plateau
Come back in the same brand coat
Try me, bitch, if you can though
Find me slick in a small boat
Touch my shit, get cutthroat
Walk by swift with the same note
****, you's a lie, claim you still the guy
I fuck you up so quick and take your motherfucking tie
Saying you should die, locked up in the sky
Restricted to the moves I wanna make, I never try
Written by: Denis Ryzhkov, Shermar Paul
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