Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elvisious
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elvis John Lozada II
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Z W
Producer
Toxic Boys
Mixing Engineer
Yoni Carlsen
Mastering Engineer
Texty
Tryna' hold on, tryna' get home
Time to move on, need to let go
Fess up, 'fore you get fucked up
Fess up, aiming out Benz truck
Fess up, 'fore you get fucked up
Fess up, we outside, push ya luck
Fess up, 'fore you get fucked up
Fess up, aiming out Benz truck
Fess up, 'fore you get fucked up
Fess up, we outside, push ya luck
I ain't tryna catch amends, I'm tryna show you how it ends
Futurama, when we bend, 'round the planet, we express
I ain't tryna catch revenge, I'm tryna squeeze my new FN
I'm triggered by success, squeezing triggers 'til you red
Quick shots, hit your block like a pit stop
I know thugs, and we tied like a slipknot
We was born free, you gotta' let the kid rock
Or we pitch shots, hit you in your weak spot
Fess up, 'fore you get fucked up
Fess up, aiming out Benz truck
Fess up, 'fore you get fucked up
Fess up, we outside, push ya luck
Fess up
Tryna' hold on, tryna' get home
Time to move on, need to let go
Go toe to toe with the boys, we go to your door with the noise
You cannot avoid, arrive and destroy, now sleep with the koi
The bullets go fill up a void, you get what I mean uh-huh
Stain red on my tee like Supreme uh-huh
I been an elite, so I
Go uppin' the beam, on go like the light turning green
On go when I show up here, if I go over here, then it's an overkill
We go, in on a opp if we gotta, get popped like piñatas, please show me who hotter
I'll never be bothered, I'm numb to the trauma
I go
Way too hard for the commas, they still in pajamas, slept on the marauders
I slept with they daughters, don't judge me your honor
I go wherever I wanna, my white boy like Dahmer, he bomb 'em no problem
They sweat like a sauna, I couldn't be calmer
You know I go
Written by: Elvis John Lozada II, ElvisJohn Lozada