Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
S.M.O.K.E. LC
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
S.M.O.K.E. LC
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
Send a shot to your heart and dome
I don't give a fuck if I don't come home
I know this girl that won't leave me alone
Everytime I'm on, she's ringing my phone
Fuck the system
I don't condone
All the industry bullshit I see when I scroll
I am a god that was sent to this Earth from the Sun cos it said that my bars were too cold
(Yeah)
Now I just sit back and laugh
I see all my earnings when I hit the gas
Imma keep goin' and goin' and goin' and goin'
I can never relax
I hit on these beats like I'm smokin' on crack
I'm addicted to this yeah I always relapse
So baby if you're mad at him just come over here and sit on my lap
(Aye)
I steady mastered the craft
I might just fuck her and dash
Hoping that I do not crash
200 miles on the dash
(Yeah, yeah)
All of the Henny I'm sippin'
It got me lowkey driftin'
(Uh, yeah, yeah)
Imma keep on mixing til my liver ends up missing
(Damn, yeah)
LC steady slappin'
I think your bitch is snappin'
Why is my man chatting
I don't think you're on that action
I've been putting in the work, (Yeah)
Since I was in the dirt, (Yeah)
Now all I think about is getting Versace on my shirt, (Yeah)
I've been counting racks up just to fund my new tape, (Yeah)
I don't save no hoes, baby I don't wear a cape, (Yeah)
If he keep on talkin', hit his lungs like a vape, (Yeah)
I don't feel no pressure, I just create this new wave (Yeah)
I've been counting racks up just to fund my new tape, (Yeah)
I don't save no hoes, baby I don't wear a cape, (Yeah)
If he keep on talkin', hit his lungs like a vape, (Yeah)
I don't feel no pressure, I just create this new wave (Yeah yeah)
LC
(Yeah)
Writer(s): S.m.o.k.e. Lc
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