Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriel Dean Barlin
Songwriter
Lyrics
Hush, shh baby, please don't be alarmed
I've been doin' wrong, sending souls up to the stars
Ridin' in the foreign, sendin' shots into the dark
Hit one in his gut, he won't make it very far
Runnin' from the cops, what's a life behind bars
Fast cash, dash cam caught me burnin' up the lot
Damn them all to hell, the block be way too hot
Chasin' only hunnids baby, gotta make that money baby
I'ma keep on swinging rides until he lookin' funny baby
The way I wipe this shit, you think his nose was runny baby
Shoot a moneyshot straight down a wishing well
It'll be our secret, I don't play no kiss and tell
I don't fuck with guala, if you want it, then come get it
Losin' track of hunnids that be comin', cash or credit
Pushin' coilovers on the freeway, I don't sweat it
Try to take it at my speed, and boy, you gon' regret it
I be on the grind or I'm banging through gears
Nobody is quite like me at seventeen years
Dodgin' red and blue while I'm cruising with my peers
Ain't a real man if you ain't facing your fears
All I see is fake ass phonies rappin' for the streams
Shootin' for the money but I'm the pushin' the extremes
All the time you spend has just been starin' at your screens
You gon' keep on stumblin', I'm livin' out your dreams like
Hush, shh baby, please don't be alarmed
I've been doin' wrong, sending souls up to the stars
Ridin' in the foreign, sendin' shots into the dark
Hit one in his gut, he won't make it very far
Runnin' from the cops, what's a life behind bars
Fast cash, dash cam caught me burnin' up the lot
Damn them all to hell, the block be way too hot
Chasin' only hunnids baby, gotta make that money baby, what
Writer(s): Gabriel Dean Barlin
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