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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddy Printz
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keegan Critchlow
Songwriter
Tremaine Gordon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Austin Marc
Producer
Dj OTR
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
This is for my freak misses...
This is for my freak misses
The one who like to creep misses
Undercover in my sheets misses
But you keep trippin'
You shoot your shot but you keep missin'
I'm tryna get in where I keep fittin'
But you keep distance
Used to be my 33, Pippen
I'm sorry but my pedigree pimpin'
So you keep trippin'
You shoot your shot but you keep missin'
I'm tryna get in where I keep fittin'
The high is incredible
One hit of your shit and that get me calm like a sedative
I'm uber competitive
You know how we get it in
Comin' like she at the door and I'm bout let her in
It's settled then shorty
I got some shit that I should fix
You got some shit to
I do my dirt, you do your dirt
I can't uplift you
I get the Lyft back to the crib don't even trip
I crush a lot like P-U-N fuck who you with
I said I really need a lot
I need the whole thing
And my old thing
Still in her hoe phase
I don't biz I'm tryna pay you some attention
Not on IG or ya homegirl's mentions
You know what's up
I'm tryna beat it 'til it leak
Come fuck with me cause on low you still a freak
It's cool not tryin' to put a rush on you
But I had to let you know that I'm tryin' to fuck with you too
This is for my freak misses
The one who like to creep misses
Undercover in my sheets misses
But you keep trippin'
You shoot your shot but you keep missin'
I'm tryna get in where I keep fittin'
But you keep distance
Used to be my 33, Pippen
I'm sorry but my pedigree pimpin'
So you keep trippin'
You shoot your shot but you keep missin'
I'm tryna get in where I keep fittin'
Premeditated mistakes
I started slippin' (uh huh)
But that (what) got me trippin
Late night have you slippin
Leave your car keys on my kitchen counter (true)
I mean I got you for like a couple hours (true)
I tend to you like flowers
Can't rush this thing of ours (true)
I shoot my shot
It circle around the rim ('round the rim)
You ask me 'bout my tings
But I'll tie every loose end if you say that you in baby (Baby)
We cool like the water in your S'well
I mix the Sensei with Sour
Hot and fresh out the shower
Momma rollin' that body
I know that pussy got power (uh huh)
Got the legs like a stallion
That's why your nickname is "Seabreeze"
You deserve the raw beach
Palm trees (What else?)
Off-season, Off-peak
All week I give you all of me (uh huh)
I wonder if you'll leave this time
It's cool not trying to put a rush on you (Ay!)
But I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
This is for my freak misses
The one who like to creep misses (Creep)
Undercover in my sheets misses (All in my sheets)
But you keep trippin'
You shoot your shot but you keep missin' (Yeah, Yeah)
I'm tryna get in where I keep fittin' (know you a freak)
But you keep distance
Used to be my 33, Pippen
I'm sorry but my pedigree pimpin'
So you keep trippin'
You shoot your shot but you keep missin' (Oh yeah)
I'm tryna get in where I keep fittin'
Written by: Keegan Critchlow, Tremaine Gordon