Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.U.G Antman
Vocals
Frank Stacy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony J McCrary
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony J McCrary
Mixing Engineer
Frank Stacy
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Breathe the air, no one cares
What we have to say
Have a taste of industrial waste
Does it matter anyway?
[Verse 1]
Going all the way this time
I don't even really want to play this time
Got caught up again
I don't even know what to say this time
Late nights up this time
Told her I'm thinking about us this time
Smoking big runtz this time
Locked in for some months this time, yuh
I been on the road this time
Bankroll it can't fold this time, yuh
We been on go this time
Pop out they gonna know it's time, yuh
Pockets on swole this time
I'm back in that mode this time
Sticking to the code this time
So much I can't hold this time, yuh-yuh-yuh-yuh-yuh-yuh-yuh
[Verse 2]
Save yourself all of them lies
I just stayed down and now look how time flies, whoa
Look how time flies, whoa
Can't believe my eyes, whoa
Pockets supersized, whoa
Doors is suicide, whoa
I just like her thighs, whoa
Hit her from the side , whoa
That bitch is my side hoe
I can't even pop out
With that bitch, she boxed out
We pull up these chops out
Giving all the sauce out
Give them something to talk 'bout
Fuck that bitch, she tap out
Young Antman can't back out
It's just like I can't drive
Walk into the bank high
They like that's that same guy
He just came here last week
Emptied out the whole bank
I know all these hoes stank
Made her change my oil tank
[Outro]
**** hate that's so lame
Diamonds dance like soul train
I just smoked the whole thing
Yeah
Written by: Anthony J McCrary