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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scorey
Scorey
Performer
Polo G
Polo G
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bakari Ward
Bakari Ward
Songwriter
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
Joseph Boyden
Joseph Boyden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ShaunTooKrazy
ShaunTooKrazy
Producer
Christopher Pestillo
Christopher Pestillo
Recording Engineer
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Mastering Engineer
SephGotTheWaves
SephGotTheWaves
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Shoutout to Shaun2Krazy!) Too high on Promethazine right now, I just might crash (I wonder why) He know the day he run into me might be his last (boy might just die) If you don't do nothin' else, then I'll go get that cash (that guap) I ran up them digits and made all them niggas mad (go run that bag) Go run that bag up (bag), nigga, get some money (get that motherfuckin' bag) 'Cause when you broke, it ain't a joke, ain't nothin' funny (motherfuckin' bag) Lil' bro tryna wipe a nigga nose like it's runny (uh, uh) So used to rain clouds, can't believe it's sunny (uh, uh) Broski too high off a Percocet, the trenches where he lurkin' at A nigga diss, we kill him, I'on care if I ain't heard it yet Cash-calls from talkin' bands, he broke, he can't interpret that I spent thousands just on pants before I bought a shirt to match Can't believe it's sunny now, we gettin' money now Glocks look like they graduate, and all of 'em bitches buttoned down Have my lil' cappers face him, now he ain't above the ground TTG plus 4TS, that's like 1300 rounds Too high on Promethazine right now, I just might crash (I wonder why) He know the day he run into me might be his last (boy might just die) If you don't do nothin' else, then I'll go get that cash (that guap) I ran up them digits and made all them niggas mad (go run that bag) Go run that bag up (bag), nigga, get some money (get that motherfuckin' bag) 'Cause when you broke, it ain't a joke, ain't nothin' funny (motherfuckin' bag) Lil' bro tryna wipe a nigga nose like it's runny (uh, uh) So used to rain clouds, can't believe it's sunny (uh, uh) Paper route the money, run the cake up, why they on it? Chasin' paper, trauma joined us, how I stay up 'til the morning? ('Til the morning?) Brand-new Glock.19 don't need no laser when I blow it (I blow it) I say "Help is on the way," and they go crazy when I post it (it's on the way) Walk right up in Neimans, cop it when I see it (when I see it) He don't disrespect 'cause I got cash to R.I.P. I'm (I got that cash) I got hella aim, so when I blast it, I'ma leave him (I'ma blast) Tried to stand his ground, we put his casket right beneath him Too high on Promethazine right now, I just might crash (I wonder why) He know the day he run into me might be his last (boy might just die) If you don't do nothin' else, then I'll go get that cash (that guap) I ran up them digits and made all them niggas mad (go run that bag) Go run that bag up (bag), nigga, get some money (get that motherfuckin' bag) 'Cause when you broke, it ain't a joke, ain't nothin' funny (motherfuckin' bag) Lil' bro tryna wipe a nigga nose like it's runny (uh, uh) So used to rain clouds, can't believe it's sunny (believe it's sunny, uh)
Writer(s): Joel Ruiz Anguita, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, William Boyette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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