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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sheff G
Sheff G
Vocals
Fresh G
Fresh G
Vocals
Lil Tecca
Lil Tecca
Vocals
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Williams
Michael Williams
Songwriter
Johnathan Scott
Johnathan Scott
Songwriter
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Stand for somethin', don't fall for nothin', yeah, huh Streets be hungry, keep a drum Part is missin' need me one Second grade, was still the one, yeah, huh Shorty mixy, but I'm with her Had to chase her, like some liquor She say I'm her favorite— Look Look what it do to me, huh I tried to trade the pain in for the love But look what it do to me, huh Druggin' this medicine, it's not prescribed Don't care what it do to me, huh I rather drop my crown to see you smile Was a clown to make you frown, I let you down— And that's that Hop in the V and I'm racin', hold on Money only thing I'm chasin', huh Had to get it out the basement, huh Had to get it out the mud, hold on— Can't wait to meet her Catch me in the spot like, "Ayo, Cig" They know who got the city Can't do nothin' with me Catch me with the wetties— Not a threat Bro just copped a Lamb', boy, this ain't no renty, uh Yeah, this car go fast, this a Trackhawk, baby, uh Yeah, this shit go fast, fast, fast, fast, fast (Rah) Yeah, they set me free, them niggas can't contain me (Niggas can't)— Hachoo, ooh, look Baby, come and flex with me Don't forget the Sheff with G Prettier next to me, look (look) Baby, come and drive the V Going 'til it's next— Everyday, I wake up, I promise myself, "Go harder" Dumb decisions done brought me here but now I'm smarter, look O-oo-ooh, look Prayin', tryna stimulate my senses, look Talkin' to myself, don't know what friends is, huh You can't read to finish this sentence— 1.5 on the bailout Made another mil' on the way out, look (Look), uh I was just in jail, sendin' mail out I was in the yard with them real killers Show you how to eat and keep a closed mouth— Uh, I know there's no healing what I've been through, uh She say that it's love, but this ain't this, uh Always tie my shoes, but I still trip, uh Say you wouldn't do, but you still did, uh— Uh - don't love me, then— uh Don't love me, then leave Look, baby, I'm fine, like I been relaxin' But you know I drop- like a laxative Hit from behind, she love how I wax it Use my thumb 'cause she love to get nasty Baby, you active— Can't be playin' Hop in a wraith and I'm dippin' I don't expect one to like this life I be livin' I was a bait, you was fishin' 'Cause they tried to line me, I just survived it, uh You be around for me If I go to jail, would you hold it— Go get that money back Thought she was stylin' on me Now look how she run it back Still in love with drilin' but I- Had to switch my roll, so bro put up the block I pass the knock, we call it pick 'n roll Fresh Loc back, I'm ditchin' souls At your— Won't play with you again Huh, fucked up, baby, can I still be your man? Tell me what you want from us, baby, we could do that shit again (Yeah) Should've took you to Japan, took you to Hawaii, shawty want a tan Out of the world like Elon Musk, baby, tryna get high with me, when? Yeah, she know that I do what I want— Hah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, save that, yeah this proud of myself (Proud of myself)
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Karel Jorge, Johnathan Scott, Michael Kyle Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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