Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cruz Alberto García Treviño
Songwriter
Lyrics
(What the fuck is this shit?)
(I don't know, I'm just vibing)
(I'm on the fuckin' moon, babe)
I'm so flex
I'm poppin' on the xan's
And I can't feel my legs
Tell me nigga, what's next?
You know that I'm so flex
I'm poppin' on the xan's
And I can't feel my legs
Tell me nigga, what's next?
Good bye and good riddance
Baby, just be honest
You're a devil daughter
So I just need to slaughter
Good bye and good riddance
Baby, just be honest
You're a devil daughter
So I just need to slaughter
I'm so flex
Tell it to your friends
I'm countin' my racks
And I just lost 'em on the gas
This shits that I do
Ballin' in the hood
Shootin' to the stars
And this shit is turing blue
I don't need your love
Baby, what's up?
I just need make money
And I buy a new glock
I don't need your love
Baby, what's up?
I just need make money
And I buy a new glock
I'm so flex
I'm poppin' on the xan's
And I can't feel my legs
Tell me nigga, what's next?
You know that I'm so flex
I'm poppin' on the xan's
And I can't feel my legs
Tell me nigga, what's next?
Good bye and good riddance
Baby, just be honest
You're a devil daughter
So I just need to slaughter
Good bye and good riddance
Baby, just be honest
You're a devil daughter
So I just need to slaughter
Writer(s): Cruz García Treviño
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