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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
KillBunk
Performer
Dustystaytrue
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Timmons
Composer
Xavier Segarra
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Majic
Producer
Andrew Cedar
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Uh, uh
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm running outta time, get out my fucking face, ho
Want more money, money, money, I just want the pesos
This my first time getting high today
I be off the drugs, they ask me if I wanna die today
I was with my bitch, I ask her if she wanna die today
God damn, I'm still going through a lot of things
When I leave the scene, it look like I just hit the lottery
Yeah, lottery, lil' ****, there ain't no stopping me
I can't flop, okay
They keep telling me to drop, okay
[Verse 3]
They keep telling me to drop, ayy
Yeah they know that I'm gon' get it, bunk on top
Pour the lean, sipping Wock'
You a fiend, you off rocks
Ayy, bitch if you come into my crib, give me top
I just wanna rock out
Fuck all of them ****, what they talk 'bout?
She say she up north, lil' baby, this shit going south
Had to get this money, go and switch the route
I just popped a upper but this shit keep going down
[Verse 4]
Shit keeping going down
Shit keeping going down
Shit keeping going down
[Verse 5]
I was with my bitch, I ask her if she wanna die today
God damn, I'm still going through a lot of things
When I leave the scene, it look like I just hit the lottery
Yeah, lottery, lil' ****, there ain't no stopping me
I can't flop, okay
They keep telling me
[Verse 6]
I'm pulling up in a truck
Need my Glock, I keep it tucked
Back-to-back, I bet on black, I spent like fifty on this bus'
And I know **** fake, I know they faux, they camouflage
So when those coppers come around, we turn those cameras off
I wasn't tryna hurt your feelings, I was tryna ball
Why you stressin'? Why you fussin'? I can't talk at all (Talk at all)
Nowadays, it really seem like we don't talk at all
And when them choppers get to bussin', I can't call it off
[Verse 7]
Bitch, I'm running outta time, get out my fucking face, ho
Want more money, money, money, I just want the pesos
This my first time getting high today
I be off the drugs, they ask me if I wanna die today
I was with my bitch, I ask her if she wanna die today
God damn, I'm still going through a lot of things
When I leave the scene, it look like I just hit the lottery
Yeah, lottery, lil' ****, there ain't no stopping me
I can't flop, okay
They keep telling me to drop, okay
Written by: Jacob Timmons, Xavier Segarra