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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ian
ian
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jared Duckworth
Jared Duckworth
Songwriter
Beldon Jones
Beldon Jones
Songwriter
Alexander Lattisch
Alexander Lattisch
Songwriter
Ian O'Neill Smith
Ian O'Neill Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Solid
Solid
Producer
Casio5k
Casio5k
Producer
Beldon
Beldon
Producer
Nicco "Neek" Catalano
Nicco "Neek" Catalano
Mixing Engineer
ian
ian
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, huh
Uh, uh, uh (I get pieces shipped straight)
To my—
Uh, uh, uh, uh (What the fuck, Solid?)
[Chorus]
I get pieces shipped straight to my front door, I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
Brand new Bugatti, no trunk
Every time he try it, no luck
Every time we high, roll more
Shorty way too hot, loco
[Verse 1]
I don't know if it's me or the ganja
Or the real bad feelin' about y'all
Gettin' closer to bringin' me under
They don't know how it feel to be us now
Shut the fuck up, I just blew twenty-thousand in one spot
Me and Wop gettin' fucked up (Me and Wop gettin' what?), we got two whole pounds for two nights (Okay)
This my third blunt, I'm gettin' higher than real life, huh (Yeah)
You might've heard somethin', but you don't even know what it feel like (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm puffin' on herb, son
Make the bitch smell like marijuana (Woah)
Go 'head and pick two bags, shorty
I'll get 'em back next day probably
[Chorus]
I get pieces shipped straight to my front door, I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
Brand new Bugatti, no trunk
Every time he try it, no luck
Every time we high, roll more
Shorty way too hot, loco
[Verse 2]
Oh, okay, I just want her for her body
Huh, me and big Taz way too fried, we just be sittin' in silence (Ah)
Huh, baby, wait 'til you get this high, wait 'til you get this high, oh
If you feelin' like shit right now, just wait 'til they switch up sides on you
Shit bound to happen, type shit bound to happen
Huh, five-million-dollar crib look like Downton Abbey
No addicts in my clique, we just got some habits
High, high as shit, feel like I just got to Heaven
[Chorus]
I get pieces shipped straight to my front door, I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
Brand new Bugatti, no trunk
Every time he try it, no luck
Every time we high, roll more
Shorty way too hot, loco
[Outro]
Brand new Bugatti
Every time he try it
Every time we high, roll more, roll more
Roll more, roll more, roll more
Roll more, roll more, roll more
Roll more, roll more
Written by: Alexander Lattisch, Beldon Jones, Ian Smith, Jared Duckworth
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