Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Biv
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David McGregor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Biv
Producer
Lyrics
Can't tell a soul where I been at
Mental relapse got me talkin circles like it's rehab
But fuck that
Push the weight you always like to chit chat
Don't give a fuck about the new you, bitch you just my throwback
Here's my nuts go ahead and hold that
You basic ass act I wouldn't follow
If I had the chance to make 100 racks
But I bet you know that
Anxiety my property
You ain't seen that side of me
Fuck around and go and show that
Too much disrespect
Till your ass is gettin checked
All my life they talkin' shit
Fuckas need to brush they breathe
Couldn't make a single step
Couldn't keep a single flex
Put ya homie on a shirt
But never put him on a check
What's it lookin like?
Bitch you think it's sweet?
Take ya own advice
Take her out the streets
Fuckas owe me fees
I been comin for the green
Cash cash and the gleam
Diamonds drip round me
Boy you feign to be me
Couldn't find a lane so yall keep the same speed
Bitch better swerve before you come around me
I'll hand ya bitch around the team
Just cause she wanna be seen
Come for the spot you been seek
Till my pockets knee deep
Fuck what you thought
Fuck you talk around me
I been the same lad 7 days a fuckin week
Fuck what you thought
Fuck you talk around me
I been the same lad 7 days a fuckin week
Nonsense seem to be your fixture
Love the way you paint a pretty picture
Too many bites got them visions mixed up
Difference between me nobody ever miss ya
These bitches been tryna swallow up my mixture
Even ya mama tryna get a little hiccup
Stop playing games with me until you zipped up
Fuckas wanna feel my pain until they ripped up
No complaints, I'm just saying, bitch I been fucked up
I bury all my problems 20 feet under
Might fuck around and push up daises in the summer
Life always been a bitch that never loved ya
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