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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Daniel Gonzalez
Daniel Gonzalez
Songwriter
Lavi$$h
Lavi$$h
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
LAVI$H
LAVI$H
Producer
Johann Chavez
Johann Chavez
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Gonzalez
Daniel Gonzalez
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Old friends become strangers New friends become dangerous Never does it ever let me down 'Til you have real friends 'Til you have real friends I got my drank poured I got these J's rolled up No need to change clothes I'll be fine in what I got on Keep meeting new hoes And fucking the same ho once I tried to move on And end up right back inside this position I got a million ties Suit talk like Tom Ford when I top back in the five So alive I could die right now, come back still alive You was fake with the handshake, now you come back stealing fives Only One Umbrella mob Left her by her the grandmama crib then I went back to the ways Went back to the field, had to hit it, step back for the plays Step back with a 10 pack, made 10 rack for the day Impact, don't play Been strapped since pin strap now I sit back on a Wraith Damn, look how shit changed Couldn't see it back then Now you say you seen' what I been sayin' Chick from the Himalayas, na-na-na-na-na When I walk up in the building All you hear is ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy Didn't love me at the bottom But they wanna love a nigga at the top though Inncent since Pac, now I got the bald head with the Pac flow Neck lookin' like Pablo with the ki's stuffed in the Tahoe Been licked since I blow out in Oslo with my eyes low Said I got a million ties You got a million ways to get it, well, I got a milly and five I really will donate a mill to my city It's gettin' too real to survive Only the trillest survive You don't wanna get caught up in this situation When all of my niggas arrive I'm back in the biddy, countin' 100, 20, 50, like it's Kinder Surprise I open this shit up but see a surprise When really it ain't a surprise This shit just come to me naturally Women in love with me naturally She told you that she never fucked me But she was just fuckin' me actually Top down, top down I'm hot now, hot now Lot of rap and R&B niggas popped off my sound Then I hit 'em with the southpaw Switch and they all dropped down Cropped out, cropped out They got me over the block Me and Dream dollar bill Rumours that we dated, gotta be faker than a 3 dollar bill I might just walk in this starless Just to show you that the star lit Add a bad bitch, market Martin tell, keep 10 shots next time that I get the ball lit Wardrobe, crib callin' New shit that I'm on, it's Yeah, tell 'em boys that the squad lit All hunnids, all green blue, you swear I'm playin' for the Hornets But I'm playin' for the T City and the Umbrella team with me I got a million ties Pretty Brazilian wives Come to my city and see how the shooters is takin' civilian lives I been out there in the field with 'em So who am I to pick a side? Just 'cause I got legitimized, to hypocrite and criticize
Writer(s): Sarah Johnson, Daystar Peterson, Daniel Gonzalez, Carl Anthony Caruso Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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