Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Sleep
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henry Schroeder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Sleep
Producer
Lyrics
Matte black with the 45 you see me takin off
Making hella money while the commas they been counting up
Empty magazine sending bullets hear it popping off
Pouring out my 40 body's dropping think I had enough
Fucked up lately running outa good things
Pullin on the throttle I been living like the movies
Late nights getting lit so I can feel things
Smoking out the lot we rolling up until we can't breathe
Top down I been speeding but I can't stop
Turning up the music getting faded with the lights off
Last night I been drinking maybe too much
Demon generation everybody getting fucked up
Silver and the gold different cities doing shows
Lately see me I been creeping ima demon on the low
Know I said this shit before spending summer in the snow
I been cooking through the night I know my music gonna blow
I said I'm not a baker but I'm stacking up this bread
Now shawty pouring up a double got the river turning red
Do you feel the pressure pressing got it pointed at your head
I'm sleeping with a 45 and I been talkin with the dead
Top down I been speeding but I can't stop
Turning up the music getting faded with the lights off
Last night I been drinking maybe too much
Demon generation everybody getting fucked up
Counting up the cash couple thousand on the dash
Lately spending all my money then I make it back and laugh
I'm in love with goin fast all these people from my past
Know I did this by myself and so I dropped them now they mad
Pressing on the gas we pushing 125
Shawty finish up the bottle I been running from the light
I been burning all my bridges like a demon in the night
I told you all about my problems you can see it in my eyes
Silver and the gold different cities doing shows
Lately see me I been creeping ima demon on the low
Know I said this shit before spending summer in the snow
I been cooking through the night I know my music gonna blow
I said I'm not a baker but I'm stacking up this bread
Now shawty pouring up a double got the river turning red
Do you feel the pressure pressing got it pointed at your head
I'm sleeping with a 45 and I been talkin with the dead
Written by: Henry Schroeder