Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
HS Kash
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khallel Washington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddy Rivers
Producer
Lyrics
High Society oh my yeah
I don't see nobody
I was down bad tryna figure out
Who got me
Ran back to mommy
Yeah
I don't see nobody
She want me to spend some money
Just so she can
Love me
Pretty lil bitch she gon leave when it get
Ugly
Ima take this wokhardt to the neck
I lost my dawg
Like a missing pet
But I'm still praying god patek me
Patek philippe
Probably a reach
But I'll settle for some baguettes
And I been tryna stack them
Aretha Franklin's
In my hood OG's respect me like
I seen my dawg in a hearse
And that shit hurt me the worst
And even though I'm sipping drink
Man I'm still thirsty for percs
And even though a nigga sing
Man I'll still shoot let it burst
Feel like a gift and a curse
Sit back light a pre-roll
She keep lying Leo
I'm still waiting for keemo
Blick em we moving on the
Dlow
They gon have to find em Nemo
And it's murder she
But I feel like it's murder he wrote
And I'll show courtesy
But bitch you sliding after the throat
I don't see nobody
I was down bad tryna figure out
Who got me
Ran back to mommy
Yeah
I don't see nobody
She want me to spend some money
Just so she can
Love me
Pretty lil bitch she gon leave when it get
Ugly
She gon leave if I don't got no pape
Fuck around and put a bag
On his head
Like I'm willing to up the stake
Reaky really'll up the drac
Like no we not boxing
Cassius Clay
Like we tryna box him
Packed away
And I'm on the block
Tryn catch a play
Like I'm in the mood
If she in the mood
She pulling up on me
She know what to do
I'm in the trenches
On that avenue
We be right in the five
Niggas dropping the two
I ain't driving the boat
Bout to cop me a deuce
Like I'm tryna fuck her on some
Slow shit
Yeah
She knowing fetty get bread
But a nigga never loafing
Yeah
I might just cop me a fit
Take a flick and never post it
Yeah
And this bitch stuck to my hip
Like a
And this bitch stuck to my hip
Like a mother fucking post it
Baby
Bad lil bitch I get her
Wetter than the navy
Oh ahh
Do the most
On the road
Sipping slow cause
I be getting wild
Been a while
Hold me up cause I'm tired of being
Down baby
I don't see nobody
I was down bad tryna figure out
Who got me
Ran back to mommy
Yeah
I don't see nobody
Writer(s): Khallel Washington
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