Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Josiah Nabors
Josiah Nabors
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Allen
Richard Allen
Songwriter
Josiah Nabors
Josiah Nabors
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RussDidDatSh!t
RussDidDatSh!t
Engineer

Lyrics

I'm on Neptune, that's a whole nother planet, keep playin' with me, I might send you a comet
He off the tune, that Katy K2, he can't even move, it's makin' em vomit
Breakin' a rule, not a option, membership takin' not, sorry you lost it
I'm gettin' tired, exhausted, pickin' up **** who purposely fallin
Baby girl, dime she a ten, she got a body, I'm rubbin' her skin
If you play with my bitch, I'll come where you live
If you scared on the hit, better stay where you is
Grown-ass **** still playin' with kids, I don't know what he on, but I'm knowin' he sick
Young ho, she want the **** to trick, fuck, what type of world we in
Roll up a opp and it take me to Psych, pop me a perc for the end of the night come
Ain't never seen him, just know I don't like cuz
You type **** wearin' shoes that light up, I'ma get rich then buy me a nightclub
If you want a job, lil' ****, then sign up
I want a **** to try us, I want a **** to try us
Done the dead, but these **** is dissin
See em that lil' **** keepin' his distance
Smokin' on scat pack, blowin' the engine
She wanna diss too, fuck it, she finished
Free dawg, society menace, Hellcat 9, I was hidin' in Lennox
He thought he caught me, I ran and hid it
Dude a hoe and I can't admit it
I put my all in this shit, if you ain't top rank, you can't be involved in this shit
I'm with Luck, we pourin' up raw in this bitch
Waist deep, I can't be involved with a snitch early as shit
I'm drivin' through fog in the whip, no skit
I'm fittin', em all in the clip, get a fix
You know I'm all in the mix, Balenci, my kicks, they cost a lil' grip
As soon as they spin, they callin' me back
You not my twin, ****, quit callin' me that
Just had a 16, how the bottle go flat
She just wanna fuck, I ain't have to follow her back
I'm stabbin' this bitch while I'm bustin
I'm fallin' in love with the fashion designers on me
I'm on the phone, with my ese, I told him
I need a new batch of that shit you had sold me
I post with no caption, I'm not a you-know-it
I'm true to this shit, you know that for I showed it
Tryna conceal it, don't make me reveal it
I walk in the spot while the pistol is pokin
I shut off the dribble, they left me too open
Pull out the Flrd, now it's white tea soaked
Written by: Josiah Nabors, Richard Allen
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