Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachary Maximus Hitson
Songwriter
Lyrics
7 Months
We back
Head through my hoodie, got the info
All these rappers gon' question what they meant for
I'm up in the stu' and they in bed, though
How the fuck you gon' make it if you sleep hoe
2 More bitches on a benzo
Talkin' deep, I ain't got the time vent hoe
Parked outside with a tent, though
Surprise bitch, white boy got a window
Gimme what I- gimme what I sent for
I didn't come for a dealer with a nympho
So much on me, I might need a list tho
Talkin' snakes, crossed off, I been had those
Rivals on arrival, how did I know
On the list, it was fam, it's a typo
Any, any, any, any bad flow
(Nah, fam)
Copy that, this hittin' better than you fight bro
Sheesh
Look
All these other names are run-of-the-mill
Breakin' man down
'Till the package is packaged and sealed
Meanwhile, baby is talkin' maybe's
In the car, while i'm telling her don't have the baby
Man save me
Nonetheless, i've been holdin' all the damn keys
So when she takin' off the belt, keep it hands free
I got 'boro doin' front-flips, sayin' please
I got Staunton doin' both, they even paid me
Blonde hair or a broad
Boy's done both sides
When they go back-forth
Call it "hat tricks"
Speak good with another
Get the pussy and her number
In the car and under covers
Let's face it
It's how you talkin' to people
Not who you runnin' with
That's the problem with y'all
It's in your tone and shit
That kinda mental could cause it
Just by the thought of it
But i'll be rich regardless
Ain't no bummy shit
Head through my hoodie, got the info
All these rappers gon' question what they meant for
I'm up in the stu' and they in bed, though
How the fuck you gon' make it if you sleep hoe
2 More bitches on a benzo
Talkin' deep, I ain't got the time vent hoe
Parked outside with a tent, though
Surprise bitch, white boy got a window
Gimme what I- gimme what I sent for
I didn't come for a dealer with a nympho
So much on me, I might need a list tho
Talkin' snakes, crossed off, i been had those
Rivals on arrival, how did i know?
On the list, it was fam, it's a typo
Any, any, any, any bad flow?
Copy that, this hittin' better than you fight bro
Writer(s): Zachary Hitson
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