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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SiR
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Sir Darryl Andrew Farris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bankrollgotit
Producer
Diego Ave
Producer
Pitt Tha Kid
Producer
Alex Ernewein
Producer
Benji PK
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swerving off the curb, bending corners ain't exciting
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
[Verse 1]
Aye, aye, aye
I might pop a clip
Funny how it hit
I ain't talking shit
Fuck the politics
I am not a bitch
Got a 'bout it bitch
She about her shit
Hey
I might blow a bag
On some ignant shit
I don't pay no rent
Funny how it hit
I ain't talkin' shit, feel like Richie Rich
Y'all keep doin' looks, I got money on the books
[PreChorus]
Can't believe the shit that I see
Five hundred degrees, still feeling the breeze
She do what she please, keep her off the leash
But I love the fact she keep coming back
We so ignorant
[Chorus]
World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swerving off the curb, bending corners ain't exciting
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
[Chorus]
World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swerving off the curb, bending corners ain't exciting
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
[Verse 2]
Not like me
Been doin' this, still hot like me
Turn everything to a bop like me
SiR told me stop, so I pop my piece, tell Top I need my swap, aye
'64 Chevy, no top, aye
Ride through the city with a bad ass bitch, extendo in my Glock, aye
Solo and dolo, the day I did Marni, I used to be Polo
Clutchin' my piece when a fan want a photo
Paranoia like it's 2000-1-4
Older I get, more I look like my uncle
Screamin', "Free TC" that's tatted on my knuckles
Free Brittney Griner, they held her in Russia
I smoke every day so that could've been me though
Meanwhile, they killin' these innocent people
[PreChorus]
Can't believe the shit that I see
Five hundred degrees, still feeling the breeze
She do what she please, keep her off the leash
But I love the fact she keep coming back
We so ignorant
[Chorus]
World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swerving off the curb, bending corners ain't exciting
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
[Chorus]
World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swerving off the curb, bending corners ain't exciting
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
Written by: Darryl Farris, Jo’zzy, Tyrone Griffin Jr