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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Vocals
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Vocals
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Watch me pull up in a H1 with my day ones
Now's the time to say something if you wanna say something
Swinging on 'em, make their face lumped
Take em' to the lakefront and roll 'bout 8 blunts
Now my face numb from the grey bumps
White lines like we in a shake junt
Fake fronting ass, pussy boy run
Your mama made change, didn't know she also made chumps
Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain come
[Verse 2]
Stain something all day, plague stunting (Yeah)
Ain't fronting, bitch, I'm in the back puffing
Me and my cousin fucking buzzing, got the razor blades tucked in
Airing out the fucking room like Glade Plug-Ins
[Verse 3]
Represent that East 59, it's a grey thing
Creeping round your motherfucking block with no plates, mane
Make your motherfucking front yard to a gun range
Blocka, blocka with the chopper, turn your name to a stain
Big dog, no heart, we ain't built the same, nah
Big 'gars, xan bars, fucking up my brain, yah
Fentanyl, lotta bars flowing throw my veins, ey
Adderall, speed balls, so I might go insane, fuck
[Verse 4]
Yeah, whole lotta drugs, life closed to done
Demons climbing on my walls in my bedroom
I got tendencies of suicidal ideation
Menace to society when I ain't medicated
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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