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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shordie Shordie
Shordie Shordie
Vocals
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raquan Hudson
Raquan Hudson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer
Logan Quattrini
Logan Quattrini
Mixing Engineer
Rob "Nimbus" Middleton
Rob "Nimbus" Middleton
Mixing Engineer
Ali "Amac" McGuire
Ali "Amac" McGuire
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Do what you want, all this, I can put that on my mama
Don't go no time, if he play meet the llama
G, that's me, if you see that's we
Get a heater see a eater tryna eat that D, I pass
Lean over gentle, tryna see my cash
You wanna come and then you leave
How could you be like that?
I gotta go and get my gun, so you might be here all alone
I told her that so I can leave
I told her "I can't party here with you no more"
All these drugs can't seem no more
Wanna know how you feelin'
But we can still get high, won't see no more
How about them percs? What about them xans? I gotta drive
Work, get an advance, I gotta hold up, I be back
No bags packer, these things stack up
Package, I mean packers, send me the addy
She like "Hoes need love too", nothin' but you
She don't love me? Bitch, you love who?
I want you undivided, I don't think you got it
I wanna tell you somethin' but don't know how
I really have been mean leavin', so I
She askin' me "Why?"
Damn, man playboy try
Then I gotta hurt a ****
I told her "I can't party here with you no more"
All these drugs can't seem no more
Wanna know how you feelin'
But we can still get high, won't see no more
Woah, ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah
Woah, ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah
I can't party here with you no more
All these drugs can't seem no more
Wanna know how you feelin'
But we can still get high, no more
I lied
I-I-I-I-I-I lied
I-I-I-I-I-I lied
What he say? I can't
I gotta leave early
**** high right now, I gotta drive
Shit a lil' blurry
Written by: Raquan Hudson
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