Kredity

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kid.aa
Kid.aa
Songwriter
Nate B.
Nate B.
Songwriter

Texty

This a trap house, not a crack house (Bitch, crack, that **** Nate crazy, okay, bet)
I got so damn high, almost blacked out (Hah, Hxaya)
I get so damn fried, I blew her back out (Hah)
They be callin' me fast, huh, I'm back now (Watch, watch, ayy, this shit straight from Eclipse)
Hear my song, she like my voice (Hah)
I fell in love with this music, ain't got no choice (Yeah, hah)
Stop hatin' on my songs, lil' boy
Talk 'bout gunplay, put them guns down, lil' toys (Huh, stop)
I don't got time to beef, no time to politic
No motion, boy, I could flex a roster of accomplishments (Hah, pussy)
Glazin' bitch, look at the time you spent (Time)
You ain't get no fuckin' money, can you show me ten? (Wow)
Take the mel' out, I do it all acapella (Wow)
Fuck how you feel, bitch, I'm way better (Wow)
Get off yo ass, I'm a go-getter (Get it)
We go bar for bar, you want no pressure (No)
I'm with Nate and we goin' crazy
If I was you, I wouldn't try to move shady
If I was you, I would stop actin' lazy
Don't play with me, I don't like to be played with
Written by: Hxaya 1, Kid a a, Kid.a.a Hxaya nate b, Nate b1
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