Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BONES
Vocals
Eddy Baker
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elmo O'Connor
Songwriter
Jamal Ashby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Musa
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Low res like 240p, pray to the dead man, get up on your knee
Lo-fi Desert Eagle in the night stand, I got 7 reasons I won't right, man
Snowcaps on my fingers, I'm the Iceman
The type to shine without even turnin' the lights on
Every flow is just something for them to bite off
I am the result of never takin' one night off
Team SESH, embroidered on my vest, too clean, sterilized, I'm Lysol
Was on, was off, it's a test, fuck tomorrow we're the next
Show me right now, up high, down low, too slow
Now I know you can't hang with the movement
I never thought I would ever get shit, that's why I think it came sooner
Made a promise to myself, I ain't gon' be broke again
Sticky hands from the can, collectin' all the rose, damn
[Verse 2]
Stolen foreign, got horses like Arthur Morgan
See me in the section with the guy's who important
Smokin' on the gas, just freshly imported
Doin' pletho with the mob, you can get extorted
Diamond necklaces, dope boy Jordans
Cut a bitch off quick if she get annoying
I get money in the trap plus I get it touring
Smoke two fat blunts every single morning
Then I fade away up to outerspace
Always been a reject, feelin' outta place
Gettin' high just to coat with a day to day
Lay my soul on the beat and the 808
[Verse 3]
Your bitch hit me no, no, no, no, higher, higher, movin' slow-mo
Money come and money go-go, I been on this solo dolo
Your bitch hit me no, no, no, no, higher, higher, movin' slow-mo
Money come and money go-go, I been on this solo dolo
Written by: Elmo O'Connor, Jamaal Ashby