Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Producer
Lyrics
Spendin' these lights
They make you too tired, oh-whoa
You need to get drunk, yeah, mm
Tired of the dirty lifestyle, yeah
Been plottin' on
Been waitin' for the drop, put shots on
Talkin' shit, but a **** just bought a song
He done locked his ass, need a Maximum
He bitch-ass, ****, need a maxi-pack
He said, "Boy, y'all can be blockin' and bustin' sacks"
Pistol in my hand, guns, I just broke the casket
Pulled the cookout with that loaded gas
So I don't sound gunshots like, "What was that?"
I wrote a book in my soul, gotta publish that
Spend all this money, then he fell in love with that
Travelin' that fast, ****, that's what come with that
Flexin' them bands, ****, I need some of that
All on my dick, yeah, these hoes should hustle that
Psychic-ass fan, ho, I ain't huggin' that
No, I don't want that, ho, ****, buggin' yet
Makin' 'em fall off, don't come back
My white boy flippin' them packs like a Acura
That boy intolerant, but we still caught him on land
Listen, he the go-and-stay, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
Still need blood, yeah
Why? Why they keep makin' Tiktok? Yeah
Written by: Matthew Isaiah Carson