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PERFORMING ARTISTS
2KBABY
2KBABY
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Todd
Christian Todd
Songwriter
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Moses
Moses
Mixing Engineer
Zachary Foster
Zachary Foster
Producer
Armin Lopez
Armin Lopez
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Gimmy got shot, Lemmy had got stabbed Gang come through, bitch, clear the path You can't count me out, you can't do math She hate my niggas, they too wild I just pulled up, in a droptop 'Rarri This some VLONEs on my truck, hello Bari Mommy, if I made you cry, then I'm sorry Granny, I didn't mean to sneak out to them parties Baby, I ain't mean to hurt your heart, girl, I'm sorry All my life, I've been in the fuckin' dark We was goin' dumb, but I'm really a smartie Toured outs with niggas, girl, I got real heart Green dot, mean Luigi, yeah, uh Shawty wanna act tough Told her back up, come see me, yeah, yeah, uh I got all this Fiji, yeah, uh I don't never cap none Got my racks up too easy, yeah (what up, Foster?) Now I got a big bank I'ma talk my shit 'cause my shit stank, like yeah She like how my wrist blang Told the bitch don't drown in my fish tank, like yeah I don't do the bitch games, yeah I'm only gon' switch lanes, oh, yeah, uh Them niggas was talkin', no crisp came long, oh, yeah, uh I walk in the party, I smoke, stay strong, yeah, yeah You think you a smartie, don't play on my phone I know I'ma die alone I walk in the stu' and I right my wrongs At night I get high alone I loosen the screw just to find my tone, yeah Whole world on my shoulder, yeah Hold on, gettin' colder and colder and colder I'm just getting older, uh, yeah, yeah Shoutout all my soldiers, my soldiers, my soldiers Remember when I told ya, we never needed no love None of these niggas gon' show up, and most of them gon' fold up I went and got my pros up, my hoes up, I glowed up They mad a nigga blowed up, I show up I stunt as I breathe I spend these hundreds with ease She don't mean nothin' to me You're just now fuckin' with me I was not fuckin' with me When shit got down bad, I believed My body was down bad with some weed Now I'm out of town, back in a week Ooh, I gotta leave Kept me out with a cup of freeze Had to eat with a couple G's, ooh And I got double G's on my feet, I ain't rockin' double C's, ooh And the money keep pilin', smilin' Ooh, this lil' nigga wildin', uh But my style ain't free, no And my style ain't cheap, no Shawty gon' fuck for the free balls Fall in love with a G, oh We can thug in the street, oh What's wrong? I'm on, so long You wrong, I'm on, I'm on my own You call, I don't, yeah, yeah Whole world on my shoulder, yeah Hold on, gettin' colder and colder and colder I'm just getting older, uh, yeah, yeah Shoutout all my soldiers, my soldiers, my soldiers Remember when I told ya, we never needed no love None of these niggas gon' show up, and most of them gon' fold up I went and got my pros up, my hoes up, I glowed up They mad a nigga blowed up, I show up I stunt as I breathe I spend these hundreds with ease She don't mean nothin' to me You're just now fuckin' with me I was not fuckin' with me
Writer(s): Christian M Todd, Zachary D Foster, Keith Cozart, . Fallwood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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