Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor Isaiah
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Producer
Lyrics
I probably had flashbacks
(Taking my own break)
I probably had flashbacks
Don't care what these **** gon' say, **** go do it, yeah
Lot of numbers callin', they not sayin', I'm wearing hoodies, yeah
Had hoes in there, couldn't check nothin', they was like, "Who this?" Yeah
They was tryna hate, fuckin' up the way, they was tryna boot us, yeah
They scratched out and fuckin' up my bootless
Yeah, the young ones, they-they thought it was a new diss
This bitch thought it was a 2z
These **** be gaggin', tryna fuck, all you fruit, yeah
No, this not no movie
Big-ass house and I don't got no room
Fucked up, tryna press, I ain't got no tool
Got big-ass heart, I won't do that to you
Shit, nah, I ain't here for **** to fuck with me
Bitch, I was thinkin' all these **** gon' hoes with me
That's why I gotta leave these hoes with you
I just leave you hoes that I gotta have around, 'round my town
Catch my tire, I bust this bitch up, bet I won't stop
Bet I won't stop
Ooh, you in that ho, I bet she on rock
Bet she on rock, yeah
Ooh, where's your bitch? I bet she on top
I bet she on top, yeah
Yeah, I-I-I kicked her out
Yeah, I kicked her out
You get kicked out by your ho
Now these **** rock
Every time that I sleep, I just see black
I don't dream, I just-
And I had lost my taste for the Percocet
I'm not a fiend
Don't care what these **** gon' say, **** go do it, yeah
Lot of numbers callin', they not sayin', I'm wearing hoodies, yeah
That hoes ain't nothin', cook a chick, no, yo, it's like Hooters, yeah
They be tryna hate, fuckin' up the wave, they be tryna boot us
Said I scratched that, I'm fuckin' on a bootless
Yeah, the young ones, they-they thought it was a nudist
This bitch thought it was a toothy
These **** be gay, tryna fuck, call you fruity
No, this not no movie
Big-ass house, but I don't got no room
Fucked up, tryna press her, ain't got no tools
Got a big-ass heart, I won't do that to you
I'm sittin' down, and them **** be fuckin' with me
'Cause I was thinkin' these **** gon' hurt me
Let these **** rap
Written by: Matthew Isaiah Carson
