Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karl Daniel
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah, Uh
Ok
Alright
Alright
Ok
Lets Go
Yeah
Yeah
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Aw yeah
I got niggas who be talking right behind back
I don't talk a lot, they want the smoke I'll bring the strap
On my nigga
That's on God
And my nigga
Man I had stress
Riding with a polo down the hill
Yeah now I feel a different type of feel
Feel like my name shane
Nigga always ride dolo
Now I do what I want feel like I'm Azaiah Cholo (Aw yeah)
Every line that I write is flawless
Now I do what I want, it's yours bitch
Every time the stress kick in I swear I sip a little wok
Every time she talk to me I get right in my box
Feel like Roddy Ricch I'm antisocial, but I fuck
See I'm tryna blow up nigga send a little luck
Where the stress boy?
Left that shit behind with that girl boy!
On my nigga
That's on God
And my nigga
Man I had stress
Riding with a polo down the hill
Yeah now I feel a different type of feel
Feel like my name shane
Nigga always ride dolo
Now I do what I want feel like I'm Azaiah Cholo (Aw yeah)
Every line that I write is flawless
Now I do what I want, it's yours bitch
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Woah
Yeah
(Nigga you know what the fuck I'm talking about)
We ain't Goin' f-
Yeah 60 and a body we ain't see it with the wok
Double on my homies they goin ride around the block
Yeah
Had these niggas up in Seoul
Tell them this ain't love
This that shit they took out cold
Til I burn it out of state
Took your bitch we popping now we going on a date
Nah I had to lock it
Lock up for the way
All my homies had it we ain't do it in her face
Nah we ain't do it in her face
Why
Aw yeah!
Writer(s): Karl Daniel
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