Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
$lim Gucci
Performer
Justy Arceneaux
Performer
Tyler Arbon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justy Arceneaux
Songwriter
Tyler Arbon
Songwriter
Lyrics
Take a fuckin second just to breathe in this image
I aint even 25 and I been making 5 digits off the bars
I aint talking xans, send your ass to mars
Get a plan, before we catch a tag
Out the trailer park bwoy
Flossing out my problems,I been preaching for a minute
Wrist spinning, don't peak around, my fucking windows tinted
I got gold on my teeth and I got tats on my chest
Now my new bitch a freak, left my old bitch in the past yuh
Sip from that vodka, hoe I taste it when we kissing
Bitch you been I been sober, so you better not play victim
Got no time for you and your home girl
Im in both words, I'm plane switching
Them plain bitches give brain different
That new chain, it just hang different
I like green, I like weed, I like head, I like meds
I like pistols, I like sex, I'm that symbol, Ima flex
Got that emblem on my chest, It's 5098 till the dirt
Until we working on that serpent, on that send you right to the church
Fool
Writer(s): Justy Arceneaux, Tyler Arbon
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