Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Divyean Gopalakrishnan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
@shouty2times
Producer
Lyrics
See me patrolling with my 9mm on the highway
You see me trillin on a roll I'm pulling up I'm on the highway
Who run up on you pullin' up fast?
Isn't fine with
Who run up on you
I got the bag Isn't it fine with ya?
I'm undecided yeah
Pullin' up my way yeah
I'm an attire yeah I'm in entirety yeah
Okay this shit look easy
Okay this shit is lit
Fucked up is the state I'm in it
Move so fast my head keep spinnin
Okay this shit look easy
Okay this shit is lit
Lost my mind all in a minute
This shit might go bad I'll tell it
We in the city ain't it life? Like a couple who choosy
I was makin' the best of the siti
Hopin' I'll be best in a milli
I was makin' it better than livid
We fed up by the sluts in the city
I won't let your opinion damage
Only care bout amenities damn it only care about the
Pullin' up for my people I make cheques and the wins go bigger
I ain't fuckin around gold diggers
Get a big new bag and it gets more haters yeah
Pulled up for my city walkin' round with a strict demeanor
I got bars but the scenes so tinted
Made for more so I know I'll lead ya
Fuck that bitch he a rat
Pullin' up with a couple of racks
I was makin' a couple of tracks
Hangin' around with a couple of strays
Never thought I would make in a pack
I was livin' outside of the rank
You can't make it, the wrong type of trap
Make a mess of this shit cause its crap
See me patrollin' with my 9mm on the highway
You see me trillin' on a roll I'm pullin' up I'm on the highway
Five five six no killers
Only speak with dealers
Get more they might kill us
Bite marks fangs got bigger
Iced out rings I feel em bout to turn it up and heat it
Fact check shit I did it
I get mad senoritas
I got tracks in the freight make tracks on the low
I'll feed you when you need it
I'm like a president I rep the flag
Shouty go hard don't get caught off the beat
If it ain't love then according to me
I'm coming in clean listen to me
Glaciers fallin so hot how I drip
Music is heaven oh man what with the trip
I'm makin' bands yea the way that I live
When I drop the people gon say this is deep yea
Makin' a milli from pop
Livin' a life of the rockstar yeah
I'm gonna give you a lot
Provin' you wrong like an icon yeah
Makin' a bad song yeah
This shit a crazy defense on yeah
Makin' a milli depends on ya
Never worry put the pants on
Pullin' up for my people I make cheques and the wins go bigger
I ain't fuckin around gold diggers
Get a big new bag and it gets more haters yeah
Pulled up for my city walkin' round with a strict demeanor
I got bars but the scenes so tinted
Made for more so I know I'll lead ya
Fuck that bitch he a rat
Pullin' up with a couple of racks
I was makin' a couple of tracks
Hangin' around with a couple of strays
Never thought I would make in a pack
I was livin' outside of the rank
You can't make it, the wrong type of trap
Make a mess of this shit cause its crap
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