Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Buckley
Robert Buckley
Songwriter
Isaiah Gengembre
Isaiah Gengembre
Songwriter
Elliot Larson
Elliot Larson
Songwriter
Jae Walters
Jae Walters
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ayo it's Friday we gonna pack this bowl With some extra kief Go to Chipotle steak burrito With some extra beef Got my calculus test back it's a 90 Damn what a relief Put the book down pick the bong up Holy fuck it's time to chief Because somehow after everything Managed to get through the struggles of another week Don't know how we did it But all I know is that now it's time to tweak Because you know the smoke filling up the Stu the fucking minute that Zay show up And we on the New York drill beat so we had to switch the flow up Our stock like Lockheed Martin during war it's always going up Like we got drafted and stepped on a landmine we fucking blowing up My money going Up like that one Pixar movie I forgot the name I just get the ball and pull up from half and call ball game Shoutout to Luka Dončić he made my parlay cash Won me about forty dollars when he had seven threes go splash Repping forty-two from the Eau That's four two Eau Yeah I took her to the Eau Feel like King Von make her Eau I'm like King Eau from the Eau Down bad going broke Fucking bitches Fucking bitches Fucking bitches yuh I'm like King Eau RIP to the King Eau Rob making beats like he king yuh Like he King Lebron I shoot threes like I'm 'Bron Yeah I pull up in the Wraith Like I'm Drizzy getting face You a bounty I'm a Quicker Picker Upper Don't want your bitch yeah I want your mother I'mma pass it to Jae I'mma puff puff pass I'mma pass it to Jae Bags on me checks on me They just used to flex on me Sky-Dweller man I got all these Baguettes on me Look at what I used to rep homie I remember what they told me Told 'em they can't hold me I just pulled up in an SVR You know that's the rover Man I got her coming over I like how we talking but I never wanna sub her Please don't try to FaceTime me on the fucking Motorola My designer chilly but my wrist is getting colder Look at me now Got your hoe fiending she about to go down Wake up and now I'm the talk of the town Your girl is too sexy she take off her gown She staying around while I'm polishing my crown Why's she hiding from you? Because I'm asking her the same This ain't no lost and found She riding me throughout the night She glow in the moonlight She show me her love she thicker than skins out of Fortnite She put me to bed hella early feel like a school night She throwing it back in the year 2020 all that ass be in hindsight It's Twilight how the wind be biting my neck I'm dry like a dust mite Pack up the dro pass 'er to bro Roll up a cone as we hitting record Whip the Accord down Water Street Piss off a cop because he built like a gourd Piss off your bitch at the Pickle Chugging her drink then she get on all fours At the crib in-house studio You a squib better run before you get torn Into pieces like my heart that shit been shattered for years Can't trust no peers because of my fears and I don't wanna waste more tears My message unclear because I can't communicate due to poor interference My energy shallow like the Lumineers but my psyche in gear
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