Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Doe Boy
Doe Boy
Canto
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Cotrell Dennard
Cotrell Dennard
Autoría
Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.
Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.
Autoría
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producción
FreshThPharmacy
FreshThPharmacy
Ingeniería de grabación
Rosewood
Rosewood
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)
[Chorus]
Real **** recognize real ****
On a different time, that's why I never feel ****
Get high every day and slide through every phase
Trials every day, so they sip Wockesha every day
Never could feel my dog through a call, I wish he came home
But you'll never get it back
I know 'bout givin' up loyalty and you'll never get it back
And I know these bitches' intentions, so I never get attached
I just wanna stack it tall to get the freedom for all my ****
Tell them **** in the wall to give releases to all my ****, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
I don't fuck with ****, I can't help, I'm antisocial (Antisocial)
I just get to shootin', I don't talk, I'm anti-vocal (Anti-vocal)
Opps prayin' I post 'em, **** say it's smoke but no, it ain't (Pussy-ass ****)
Not with the gang, his broke ass really must got some smoke with the bank (Oh, really?)
Just left the bank, I'm headed to his block, catch him, he gettin' chased
Bare faced, Percocets gon' make me throw it all away
Fuck this rap shit, for my **** case, I'll blow it all today
Brodie know I'm just a JPay message or a call away (True story)
Make that bitch shoot like a chop, I put the switch up on my heater (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Up the score on all my opps, I pull up, hit him, buzzer-beater (Swish)
Fuck that bitch like I'ma keep her, knowin' damn well I'ma leave her
Boy, that drank you're sippin' cut, that ain't Wockesha, bye Felicia (Oh, really?)
[Chorus]
Real **** recognize real ****
On a different time, that's why I never feel ****
Get high every day and slide through every phase
Trials every day, so they sip Wockesha every day
Never could feel my dog through a call, I wish he came home
But you'll never get it back
I know 'bout givin' up loyalty and you'll never get it back
And I know these bitches' intentions, so I never get attached
I just wanna stack it tall to get the freedom for all my ****
Tell them **** in the wall to give releases to all my ****, yeah, yeah
Written by: Cotrell Dennard, Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.
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