Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damien Metz
Songwriter
Hudson Geller
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm the guy with a bunch of wasted time
Useless thoughts up on my mind
Told this bitch we can't rewind
And I turned a blind eye
When you did me dirty couple hunnit times
I ain't wasting no more time
Labels haven't hit me up yet
I just need a big check
It used to be something
Feel like nothing when I hit that
My music like a fucking AR
Yeah that shit come with a kickback
I told you I would something and did it
Yes I did that
Yeah, Bitch I keep that nina when I drive (Yeah)
Walked in they like Gwuapo oh my god (Yeah)
****'s Broke and bummy they a lie (Yeah)
Popped (Yeah)
Bitch I keep that nina when I drive (Yeah)
Walked in they like Gwuapo oh my god (Yeah)
****'s Broke and bummy they a lie (Yeah)
Popped (Yeah)
Finer things, Yeah she want designer things
She fell in love with Balmain jeans
Mix and match it with a beam
Spark the blunt and roll the blee
Shawty fuck you off a bean
Shawty fuck me when i'm free
Gotta new bad bitch on me
She love me but we low key
I ain't mean to OD but i'm heaven sent
222 bitch ima represent
I don't know the bitch but she wanna get in bed
I been goin' through the motions don't get it bae
When i'm floating off the music I levitate
R.I.P to Z he up in the heavens gates
Big blunts with the purple I meditate
Can't run from the problems of yesterday
Yeah, Bitch I keep that nina when I drive (Yeah)
Walked in they like Gwuapo oh my god (Yeah)
****'s Broke and bummy they a lie (Yeah)
Popped (Yeah)
Bitch I keep that nina when I drive (Yeah)
Walked in they like Gwuapo oh my god (Yeah)
****'s Broke and bummy they a lie (Yeah)
Popped (Yeah)
Written by: Damien Metz, Hudson Geller