Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oneil Carter
Songwriter
Julio Del Carmen
Songwriter
Edwin Gonzalez
Songwriter
Jackson Rau
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carter Ace
Producer
Edwin Gonzalez
Producer
Jackson Rau
Producer
Warmbedrooms
Producer
Swoon
Producer
Lyrics
I could tell you don't want him back
I feel better when you're on my lap
He don't want your heart
So don't give it up (Yeah, yeah)
Someone come hide these car keys
As if that's gone stop me (Yuh)
Pull up to the party, five-deep
Fist bump bros, then we active (Yuh)
Look to the left, got ebonies
Look to the right, got saltines (Yuh)
Bro's in the back with a tall 'ting
I could've sworn bro's like 5'3"
Think I might've drunk text Abby
Promise I was done with her last week
If I'm one thing, I'm a big tease
And a drink guy, I don't do trees (Yuh)
Girls with a man my pet peeve
That guy better be bestie
And I'm picky, if shit gets sticky
I'm onto the next like JAY-Z
I could tell you don't want him back
I feel better when you're on my lap
He don't want your heart
So don't give it up
Written by: Edwin Gonzalez, Jackson Rau, Julio Del Carmen, Oneil Carter

