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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Vocals
Igor Mamet
Programming
SkipOnDaBeat
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
Tyshane Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
SkipOnDaBeat
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Woke up feeling like I might just kill somebody
How does that feel?
I just wanna feel like how she feels off Molly
For the thrill, yeah, yeah
The Reaper's knocking
Only God can stop me, yeah, ooh
Got angels watching
Only God can stop me from the shit I'm 'bout to do
[Refrain]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Demon in my eyes, everybody finna die
I don't even gotta try, I think my 47 bi
Woke up choosing violence, fucking with the giants
Birds sing in silence, ego is a tyrant
I know they retiring, the shit is getting tiring
I'm with all the migos and we finna take it all
Columbiana Column, but I came to spray 'em all
I'm such a pro with tools, I thought you knew it, ****, duh
We need some redemption, **** shaking, **** soft
These vultures on my pillows, this that comfort that I'm on
Woke up without a conscious, I don't give a fuck at all
I gotta be a snake to feed my family and feed my dawgs
I ain't come with no venom but when it's time to bite, I'm Jaws
I was born a smoky villain, it's been smoke since I was born
You ain't riding regular dick, baby, you riding in a foreign
This that type of dick you prolly monetize for porn
This that type of dick you do not buy, you get a loan on
This that type of dick that Adam gave to Eve for protons
This that type of dick that get you wet and get your clothes off
This that type of dick that make you feel like you want, uh, uh
Written by: Michael Lamar White II, Tyshane Thompson