Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolph
Young Dolph
Vocals
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
Songwriter
Krishon Gaines
Krishon Gaines
Composer
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bandplay
Bandplay
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Stay out my way, I'll pop you like a Aspirin (Watch out)
Trap **** on the way to Aspen (Aspen)
Smoke the best weed and spend millions on fashion (Stylin')
I cashed the check and went ballin' in Aspen (Colorado)
Grew up fucked up, now I'm havin' (Yeah, yeah)
Don't make me book you for a closed casket (Yeah, yeah)
Drop a bag on ya ass and go to Aspen (Aspen)
I just dropped off sixty bags in the Aston (Martin)
[Verse 1]
She in my past tense, but she a bad bitch (Woo)
Smoked a blunt and count my money, started dancin' (Woo)
My bitch so jealous, she said, "Who the fuck you dancin' with?" (Damn)
BandPlay, that's who I'm runnin' up the bands with (Ayy)
Free all of my mans that's locked down in the can (Free my dawgs)
Shout-out to the opps 'cause them my number one fans (Super pussy)
All my old hoes know I miss them the most
We made it out the trenches, grab a bottle, let's make a toast
I woke up this mornin', smokin' big blunts in my Dior robes (Yeah)
I got six karats a piece of VS in my earlobes (Yeah)
I got **** with me on go everywhere that I go (Yeah)
Today, I just might be the freshest **** on the whole globe (Cabana)
[Chorus]
Stay out my way, I'll pop you like a Aspirin (Watch out)
Trap **** on the way to Aspen (Aspen)
Smoke the best weed and spend millions on fashion (Stylin')
I cashed the check and went ballin' in Aspen (Colorado)
Grew up fucked up, now I'm havin' (Yeah, yeah)
Don't make me book you for a closed casket (Yeah, yeah)
Drop a bag on ya ass and go to Aspen (Aspen)
I just dropped off sixty bags in the Aston (Martin)
[Verse 2]
I just jumped off quarantine to get a back in (Let's go, let's go)
Trap ****, still'll pop you like a Advil (Huh)
Yeah, bitch, you know I'm the shit, I get my accent (Yup)
First time gettin' locked up, I had took some bags to Nashville (Woah)
Now fast forward, bet your boy in Aspen
I'm rockin' me a mink, my Fanta pink, I bought my ratchet
I'm straight up out the street, no, I can't ski, but I can bag you (Yup)
I'm ten toes to the death of me, I put that on my patent (Yeah)
Yeah, I be killin' all my opps and I be killin' fashion
I never leave the house without my Glock, it'll never happen
My neck and wrist is Colorado rocky, yes, I'm havin' it
I'm cut throat to the bone, I hope you **** understand me, bitch
[Chorus]
Stay out my way, I'll pop you like a Aspirin (Watch out)
Trap **** on the way to Aspen (Aspen)
Smoke the best weed and spend millions on fashion (Stylin')
I cashed the check and went ballin' in Aspen (Colorado)
Grew up fucked up, now I'm havin' (Yeah, yeah)
Don't make me book you for a closed casket (Yeah, yeah)
Drop a bag on ya ass and go to Aspen (Aspen)
I just dropped off sixty bags in the Aston (Martin)
Written by: Adolph Robert Thornton Jr., Krishon O'brien Gaines, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
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