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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slew
Slew
Rap
Tskinz
Tskinz
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Hartley
Louis Hartley
Songwriter
Tyler Skinner
Tyler Skinner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GW
GW
Producer

Lyrics

Eugh
(It's G-Dubs, baby)
To be honest, I'm too hardheaded
I don't like when they cap my pattern
To be honest, she's rude, I'm jealous
I don't like her friends, can't stand them
To be honest, I'm way too anti
I don't wanna mix with randoms
To be honest, I'm way too on it
You ain't got no drive, can't stand it
I'm four-wheel drivin', tryna get mine in, takin' these turns like a bandit
I'm rock and rollin', tire smokin', try not fuck up the balance
I buy and hold it, flip, that's motion, tryna make moves, not stagnant
Fuck these bastards, I hit these targets, I got the keys, no lanyard
I'll make this work, Prada coat, two and a third
This pound of croack cost two and a third
You're feelin' high like one of them birds
Tell your man who's doin' it first
Countless times I've seen you hurt
Back at the rave, I'm seein' you flirt
Now I gotta box my man in his face
This music ting just made me bait
Can't complain what I put on my plate
I'll put Nike all over the place
She got white all over her face
Come-come to the crib, 'less two of your mates
Still wanna slide and get on my face
Way too toxic, find it strange
These invoices I gotta change
To be honest, I'm too hardheaded
I don't like when they cap my pattern
To be honest, she's rude, I'm jealous
I don't like her friends, can't stand them
To be honest, I'm way too anti
I don't wanna mix with randoms
To be honest, I'm way too on it
You ain't got no drive, can't stand it
Connection way too dead, this phone online, it's still vibratin'
Telekinesis couldn't affect what I do in this room, it's blatant
All of them P's is picked up now from the weight that I had on my back
Movin' forward and settin' the score like we at the front all up on attack
Like settin' the score is simple
Why you stressin' a—, uh, that's backwards
But I still gotta step with tactics
No TV, cash in the attic
Old notes, all stuck in the mattress
Thank God they're made out of plastic
Can't teach this dog new tricks
But they still made the dog just flip
New Moncler tag on the zip
They know I'm a talented kid
But you know I stay handlin' business
New CC, ain't got no limits
She said I ain't got no filter
It's clear like Evian water
I put rocks in this Evian water
And turned it to heavenly water
To be honest, I'm too hardheaded
I don't like when they cap my pattern
To be honest, she's rude, I'm jealous
I don't like her friends, can't stand them
To be honest, I'm way too anti
I don't wanna mix with randoms
To be honest, I'm way too on it
You ain't got no drive, can't stand it
To be honest, I'm too hardheaded
I don't like when they cap my pattern
To be honest, she's rude, I'm jealous
I don't like her friends, can't stand them
To be honest, I'm way too anti
I don't wanna mix with randoms
To be honest, I'm way too on it
You ain't got no drive, can't stand it
Written by: Louis Hartley, Tyler Skinner
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