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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter
Roney Williams Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stxnk
Producer
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Earl E. Washington
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Boy Stxnk you hard
What's the meanin'? Voices in my head, I'm hearin' demons
Ayy that's prob'ly why I get high for no reason
Tell them boys beef never over, no goin' vegan
Navy seals, sh-, these niggas got they own seasons
No matter how it go, fuck what you know, bitch we ain't see shit
And these n-s 'round me keep it gone up it ain't no secret
Yeah, we point at all times on the line we playing defense
'Cause them n-s that you be with will turn to the ones you beefing with
I'm gone forever hold them secrets for Big Desi, you know I'm keeping it
I done told Quez to leave it home, he said "For what? Bitch I ain't leaving it"
He say them n-s want us gone and before I go, I'm gone squeeze this b-
It might not be right now today, but we gon need this b-
Ay, fuck this pain sh-, no lie
I been going through the same sh- and I don't know why
'Bout you somebody got left brainless and them n-s know why
And we been missing you daily as the days go by
So much of this sh- I can't take it, so I get high, so high
Corbin I miss you, I'm gon smoke this sh- 'til I'm with you
You probably barely see him smiling, that's some sh- he go by
You know that boy too official, I tell him get him he get ya
And if a n- ain't loyal then we crop him out the picture
They been saying he ain't for you, but I waited too late to listen
Can't blame nobody but myself, should've been paying attention
I got too many dead friends, I'ma go pay them a visit
And don't compare me to these rappers, I'm just saying I'm different
No, I ain't cocky, I'm just saying no, they ain't opps, they just fans
Tryna give a b- the world, if she my girl don't be playing
Why is it even up for discussion, fuck you n-, he ain't nothing
I told him to squeeze if he clutch, soon as he reach he gone bust
Ain't tryna speak ain't tryna fuss, I don't know the meaning of trust
I don't know you n-s
Ay, pat him down if he ain't from round, we gon show you n-s
Ay gun him down if he ain't from round, I don't know the killer
Ay, fuck this pain shit, no lie
I been going through the same sh- and I don't know why
'Bout you somebody got left brainless and them n-s know why
And we been missing you daily as the days go by
So much of this sh- I can't take it, so I get high, so high
Corbin I miss you, I'm gon smoke this shit 'til I'm with you
You probably barely see him smiling, that's some sh- he go by
You know that boy too official, I tell him get him he get ya
Writer(s): Janarious Wheeler, Roney Williams
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