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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tecca
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Lyrics
michael romito
Composer
Cameron Choi
Composer
Spencer Ruskowski
Composer
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Tecca
Recording Engineer
Census
Producer
Deyflo
Producer
TYTO
Producer
Taz Taylor
Producer
Tom Norris
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah
You tell me if it's a— uh, uh (Oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah)
You tell me if it's a problem, what the fuck you doin' tryna fix me?
Smoke a nigga like some marijuana, got no problem, give a nigga fifty
You been thinkin' I don't see you call up
It ain't cross your mind I'm probably busy?
Let you know I don't fuck with the drama
Yeah, with all that shit you could miss me
Got it flawed, you thinkin' I need one, bitch, I'm ballin' like D1
I can tell when you say that you need love
No, you don't really mean love
Got it flawed, you thinkin' I need one, bitch, I'm ballin' like D1
I can tell when you say that you need love
No, you don't really mean love
You runnin' from life, fakes, uh, pass me the blunt, face it
You must have thought it wasn't for you
Kept me fun, doin' all that chasing
Let her know that my life is a maze
She don't care 'cause my life is amazing
With my bros like Abel and Cain, gettin' chicken
My pockets they raising, uh
I look up to the GPS, since a youngin' been tryna get toured
I could teach you how to flex, always did every time I'm pursuin'
Really I be worried 'bout TEC
I ain't watchin' what these niggas doin'
What I'm worth, I never ask for less
Probably really gon' think I was stupid
I get it, cool, that's your old ways, can't be what I ask for
I gotta go, you said, "No way, you can't leave me that 'lone"
Can't lie, been on the wrong way, throwin' the cash, watchin' it fall
You been faded, always throwin' it in
Watch it dissolve, watch it dissolve
You tell me if it's a problem, what the fuck you doin' tryna fix me?
Smoke a nigga like some marijuana, got no problem, give a nigga fifty
You been thinkin' I don't see you call up
It ain't cross your mind I'm probably busy?
Let you know I don't fuck with the drama
Yeah, with all that shit you could miss me
Got it flawed, you thinkin' I need one, bitch, I'm ballin' like D1
I can tell when you say that you need love
No, you don't really mean love
Got it flawed, you thinkin' I need one, bitch, I'm ballin' like D1
I can tell when you say that you need love
No, you don't really mean love
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-ye
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah
Writer(s): Tyler Justin Sharpe, Michael Virgil Romito, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Spencer Ruskowski, Cameron Choi
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