Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gleem
Gleem
Vocals
Sypha
Sypha
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Glenn
Andrew Glenn
Songwriter
Cayden Clopton
Cayden Clopton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gleem
Gleem
Producer
Sypha
Sypha
Producer

Lyrics

Okay I'm booted up
I'm 4 lines deep and I ain't fucking kissed her
Im out of school but not off bond and damn it I still miss her
Opps be tooted up, I'm ready watch how quick I bust this zipper
Got that double kill then doubled down so quick I'm in position
I just screwed it up
The plan I had set up in petition
Cap the opps then top they widows be my ultimate commission
I still ride inside a Honda but I swear that's why they missing
Now that summers out I'm ready, pop that ass and send the bitches
Send the bitches to me
Pop a bottle in the tub and fill the bitch with rubies
Shining diamonds in my mind, it's what I picture truly
Got 2 watches on each wrist, them bitches fit me loosely
Them bitches fit me loosely
I want a bender cut the wires in my brain I'm pressing enter
Nah I ain't spaced enough like can't I just recenter?
I been recentered but now I cannot remember
Like damn
So many bad bitches all I need is 4 backs packed and two mattresses
Almost kissed two whites girls that have herpes
Kicked em off of my lap on marketplace like who's having em
I need a refill
Homie took 2 twelve doses, he can think still
I wrote down half this fucking song off a dose of some tilt
And one half of white and a pink pill
Damn, bitch
Keep on talking slow
Frozen over my ice colder than the winter snow
Yeah I be sleeping on you **** I'm just too important
Too much chatting on the beat I had to switch the story
I'm going stupid
On my bitties fucking tittys and her two lips
She ride or die with me I'm dying off of 2 strips
Yeah I could fix a bitch but Ima need a tool kit
I'm so clueless, she hates me, its driving her crazy
But no, she can't get me out her head
Fuck a lady, Mercedes is something amazing
I'm rolling right up and then she shoots me dead
When we fuck, call it catering
I'm aging the closer I get to the tomb, for my life I won't beg
I've done screwed up and made up
And screwed up the make ups
I'm thankful for life but I'll fuck her instead
Written by: Andrew Glenn, Cayden Clopton
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