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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Haleek Maul
Haleek Maul
Performer
Ro Ransom
Ro Ransom
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik Hall
Malik Hall
Composer
Noah Gale
Noah Gale
Composer
Shay Newton
Shay Newton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shaayz
Shaayz
Producer

Lyrics

(Shaayz)
(Bun up, bun up)
(Bun up, bun up, bun up, bun up)
(Bun up)
This could be a sticky situation
Goin' fast, I don't know where the brakes is
She wanna come chill in my oasis
Fuck these pussy ****, they just pagans
I just rolled that blunt then I faced it
Feelin' like I'm livin' in the matrix
They just see me countin' and they hate it
But I can't lose my mind to the abyss
I put my soul in what I'm sellin'
You **** just sold your soul, that's less compellin'
Fly bitches suckin' me dry, I need repellent
Money, murder, my mind's malign down to the essence
You ain't even peep the whole vibe, that's just a crescent
A lesson in the course, we piecin' together life
'Cause if we got to steppin' we kill them 'cause they decrepit
We dealin' 'em double damage
Ya mother gon' have to carry you (Carry you)
Up and down the avenue, I'm 'bout to do ('Bout to do)
All the shit that they say we could never do (Never do)
Smokin' Cali greens in my chalice too (Chalice too)
Countin' all this money 'til my fingers blue
This could be a sticky situation
Goin' fast, I don't know where the brakes is
She wanna come chill in my oasis
Fuck these pussy ****, they just pagans
I just rolled that blunt then I faced it
Feelin' like I'm livin' in the matrix
They just see me countin' and they hate it
But I can't lose my mind to the abyss
Rose petal girl, watch me smoke it (Smoke, smoke)
Man, I hate how clingy all these hoes get (Yeah, yeah)
**** mad 'cause I had to sauce on 'em last year (Yeah, yeah)
Policeman wanna see me lost, doin' bad, yeah
Every week is fashion week for me (Ya, ya)
The demons just won't let me go to sleep (Woo)
You don't know my trauma, shit is deep (Yeah)
This supermodel pussy got me weak (Skeet)
Dior coat, shit so cold
You ain't even seen it in the store (In the store)
Back in my home, Pele Pele coat
Now these **** treat me like the goat (Brrrt)
Might have went gold, I ain't even know
Wasn't even peepin' at the score
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Written by: Maeylik Maeylik, Malik Hall, Noah Gale, Shay Newton
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