Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
3One
Performer
ORIO
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ORIO
Producer
Maliboo
Producer
Lyrics
Got me going crazy for you, I don't even know your name
Gripping up on your waist, I let you ride away the pain
Going against the odds and I just stay up in my lane
My **** hit your head and he don't even have to aim
See I can't be tripping over these women
My money breaking the ceiling
I love it when you're making the bed rock
These guns ain't for fashion there made for killing
I'm in her she wants my kid and my **** chopping the brick non-stop
I couldn't give a fuck if **** feel a way
Bitches say they love me but they don't even wanna know my name
Catch a opp, my ****, wanna kill him, put the gun away
Ask me why I told him my **** we gotta play it safe
Can't move dumb in the streets
He just smoking his weed
Giving food to the fiends
The strip like Gaza
Buss a right then a left
Holding three to the head
Pray you make it alive, die on the corner
Tell my shorty that I love you
But I don't need you
I know you tried to lie
But you're kinda see through
Wear a bally in disguise man that shit is old news
Do me wrong, I'll do your friend
**** thinking I blew
Tell my shorty that I love you
But I don't need you
I know you tried to lie
But you're kinda see through
Wear a Bally in disguise man that shit is old news
Do me wrong, I'll do your friend
**** thinking I blew
You know I really want the best for you
Heard you got a twin, well baby I just want the both of you
Best of both worlds, one two when I'm in the mood
Teaching you a lesson, me and you are going back to school
Everything I overcame made me the man I am today
**** praying on my downfall and I just elevate
Hit the gas there ain't no looking back I barely see a race
16 writing sixteens that was my old ways
If you was there back in the day then you would've understood
In a car with a bat, my **** on robin the hood
Couldn't give a fuck 'bout anyone as long as hooyo's good
Told my brother stay down forget about the L's you took
Bounce back and make sure you don't lose track
Fuck a handout cause **** gonna use that
There's a man down my **** all out attack
Ever since the music it's like a gotta keep a strap
Can't move dumb in the streets
He just smoking his weed
Giving food to the fiends
The strip like Gaza
Buss a right then a left holding three to the head
Pray you make it alive
Die on the corner
Tell my shorty that I love you
But I don't need you
I know you tried to lie
But you're kinda see through
Wear a bally in disguise, man that shit is old news
Do me wrong, I'll do your friend
**** thinking I blew
Tell my shorty that I love you
But I don't need you
I know you tried to lie
But you're kinda see through
Wear a bally in disguise, man that shit is old news
Do me wrong, I'll do your friend
**** thinking I blew
