Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leota
Songwriter
Paul Foster Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
jaer
Producer
Hiiku
Producer
Jacob Arax E Resurreccion
Recording Engineer
Moe Budda
Mixing Engineer
Crudo
Mixing Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I shoot the bank
Truth gone rain
Asmr my chain
8th all in my brain
I patton the gang
To busy fuck the fame
Can't make it up they lame
And hoes is stained
Aye that's why I pray
Keep the leach away
Bleach all in they drank if they even think to hate
Asmr my chain
Shit is not a game
We up three four touchdowns
We lit like no sun down
I was on board goin uptown
Lately life been feelin like a bussdown
Timing been on automatic
Rollin cabbage all thru traffic yeah
Free the real
For my name I will kill
Main stage big deal
Ooo Foreal
Main stage
Big wheel
(yeah)
She whip my whip she know i park it
Let's start it
Go
Go
Go
Go
If they love me least they hate
Dirty rock like tina turner
30 rocks like tina fey (hmm)
Murder scene no you my dinner
Birkenstock it's out the back door
Back to back i say my grace
David killer on the PC
David killing that's my dawg like out the beach But out the beach we keep the faith
they keep the hate
I keep my tucker
She hate music she love my face
Can't fake how i do it
Can't stand in one place
Can't say what you said cuz it's not what they say
I heard where you from it's not what they say
I heard where you
AC in the whip
AC on my wrist
Yo boyfriend mad cuz I ain't holla but you still gone let me crush
I let you slide just keep it hush
Tryna save you from the hood
Look how I just made 6 thousand
from these jackets with a hood
Prolly went over they head
Fuck it just play me again
You prolly smoked a lotta mid
Think im really bout to trip
At the top of top ten
Fuck it I'm just locking in
Fuck it I ain't got no fears
Fuck it asmr yo bitch
Fuck it
Mike Jack toe slide
All thru the low highs
Know my adreline up
Pressure in my lungs keep holding me up
Pressure from my friends keep blowing me up
Golden while going I roll wit the punch
Roll in the deep
Best friend love me she know I'm a fiend
Can't turn to myself
We staying on fifth
Keep lying the way you do with the beats
Get you some cash
Move when I move
Luda how you think you moving with me
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I touch down I ain't callin no hoes
Only got you in my phone
I pull up and I'm picking you up
I pull up and I'm picking you (aye)
I touch down I ain't callin no hoes
Only got you in my phone
I pull up and I'm picking you up
I pull up and I'm picking you (aye)
Only fade I lost at the liquor store
Writer(s): Paul Foster Jr
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