Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Young
Songwriter
Lyrics
EvilGiane
Surf Gang
They tryna tap in, (Tap in)
I told that **** enough with the actin'
I gotta stick to the code like magnet, I was the one with the baggage
I need my pockets on massive (Massive damn)
See it, I want it I grab it (Damn, fuck)
They know Phil and they say he be spazzin', I just might go to Manhattan
Stupid ass **** I thought you was Patrick (Damn, stupid)
Wait, **** be chattin' (Chattin woah)
Okay, you talkin' down but you jazzin', never talkin' bout a bag bitch
Tryna come in my lane and you crashin', **** flexin' is a habit (Damn)
I could just run it up like its Madden, okay you got it I had it (Run it up run it up)
Did it, (Damn)
I gotta stay on my pivot (For real)
I know that **** not with it, (No)
That **** dead broke he ain't livin'
They really sayin' I shouldn't, (For real)
They said everything was written (Damn)
Ain't with the money I missed it
Different, (Damn)
**** really movin' different (Stupid)
I see your face livid, (Damn)
**** ain't gettin' no chicken (Nope)
I gotta stay consistent, (Damn)
Broke **** keep your distance (Fuck)
This **** thought he was with it, (Damn)
You got me twisted (Damn)
They tryna tap in, (Tap in)
I told that **** enough with the actin'
I gotta stick to the code like magnet, I was the one with the baggage
I need my pockets on massive (Massive damn)
See it, I want it I grab it (Damn, fuck)
They know Phil and they say he be spazzin', I just might go to Manhattan
Stupid ass **** I thought you was Patrick (Stupid)
Wait, **** be chattin' (Woah)
Okay, you talkin' down but you jazzin', never talkin' bout a bag bitch
Tryna come in my lane and you crashin', (Stupid)
**** flexin' is a habit (Damn)
I could just run it up like its Madden, okay you got it I had it (Run it up run it up)
Written by: Elijah Young