Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MoonDeity
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Chills
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chills
Songwriter
Eduard Vodovozik
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MoonDeity
Producer
Lyrics
Stupid ass, hating ass, pussy motherfucker
And you used to be my homie, now we 'bout to put you under
When I walk up in the party with the heater like a sauna
Let me a motherfucker try me, we gonna really give him trauma
Lil' bitch, how can you be squad when you been moving real suspicious?
Everybody call me Vick 'cause they know my dawgs are viscous
I been rolling round the city with some thotties and a pound of dope
You just pay for pussy
Boy, you going broke
And I'm locked in, tapped in, 100 bands, racked up
Switching ain't safe for a pussy like you, bruh
Loyalty is lost, you a snake and a bitch
Gonna have your mama crying when they find you in a ditch
Don't gotta worry 'bout your papa, he was nеver in the picture
Said hе wanted smoke, we gonna roll 'em in a swisher
Said you fuckin' her but that's cap, cap, cap
I just hit it from the back, made it clap, clap, clap
You know what you did, what you got amnesia?
Giving you a beatdown like Sharkeisha
Put a motherfucker in a box like pizza
Then we celebrate with some bad senoritas
With my day 1's, we riding, riding
You been talkin' shit but you ain't sliding, sliding
If I gotta, I'ma make it on my lonely
How you gonna go and switch up on your homies?
Stupid ass, hating ass, pussy motherfucker
And you used to be my homie, now we 'bout to put you under
When I walk up in the party with the heater like a sauna
Let me a motherfucker try me, we gonna really give him trauma
Lil' bitch, how can you be squad when you been moving real suspicious?
Everybody call me Vick 'cause they know my dawgs are viscous
I been rolling round the city with some thotties and a pound of dope
You just pay for pussy
Boy, you going broke
And I'm locked in, tapped in, 100 bands, racked up
Switching ain't safe for a pussy like you, bruh
Loyalty is lost, you a snake and a bitch
Gonna have your mama crying when they find you in a ditch
Don't gotta worry 'bout your papa, he was nеver in the picture
Said hе wanted smoke, we gonna roll 'em in a swisher
Said you fuckin' her but that's cap, cap, cap
I just hit it from the back, made it clap, clap, clap
Writer(s): Eduardo Ivanovych Vodovozyk, Bartholomew Sawiserka
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