Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mitchell Shields
Songwriter
Timothy Mills
Songwriter
Michael Volpe
Songwriter
Lyrics
Eyes turned red when i boot up
Smoking this dope I'm doing these drugs
Just moved savage can't show no love
Thought i had friends that shit was a dub
One call when i run it up
You gone spin when you push up
Countin these pro's i loot up
Buffs on my face I'm zooted up
Cottweiler sweats hold all the zips
Flee i lost aint been the same sense
Helmut Lang cuffs on my wrist
Smokin za just to activate it
Bendin' corners been took them risks
Get it for lower then take that trip
I don't need no bottle I'm pourin up sip
Been doin this they took my drip
Watch how they move they move like this
Just like June I run up a check
Look at they face they lookin vexxed
Strong arm these packs watch i flex
Rick Owens on my feet when i step
You cant see me i lap whats next
Facing this pain, Tris in my cup
Try to keep up, how the fuck you stuck
Cartiers help me see through the cap
Plug gave me 10, I gave it right back
Pushin' these grams, I ain't pushin no scams
Whatchu gone do when you get in a jam
I'm a wolf in the skin of a lamb
Callin in i got it for gramps
Walk around when you know how to stand
3am sippin dead juice, stayed around shoulda left you
If they catch me I'm deaf, 448 whats next
Really want top no sex
I'm outside with the rec
Got to much dope in my chest
Fuck around on the moon
Pourin drank on my wounds
Slow it down when I leave, denim prolly Japanese
Eyes turned red when I boot up
Smoking this dope I'm doing these drugs
Just when you said I can't show no love
Thought i had friends that shit was a dub
One call and i run it up
You gone spin when you push up
Swervin da lot with da paper tags
Lose your life playin lazer tag
I'm in the coupe playin' with a beam
Play with gang get slitt like a screen
Slithernin green, he slithering
That mean he a snake
I'm in that AMG big body, same tone the drac
Go, these hoe act so slow
Gone pour the mud up slow
Come kickin through the front door
Finna come kickin' in with my crows
Can't trust a dirty ass thot
Coupe same color dirty wok
Come swinging through with this chop
I'm booted out my top
Eyes turned red when i boot up
Smoking this dope I'm doing these drugs
Just moved savage can't show no love
Thought i had friends that shit was a dub
Who im'a call when i run it up
You gone spin when you push up
Countin these pro's i loot up
Buffs on my face I'm zooted up
Writer(s): Michael Volpe, Mitchell Shields, Timothy Mills
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