Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Pouya
Pouya
Interprète
Boobie Lootaveli
Boobie Lootaveli
Interprète
Spock
Spock
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Pouya
Pouya
Paroles/Composition
Garrett Spach
Garrett Spach
Paroles/Composition
Habib Suz
Habib Suz
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Spock
Spock
Production

Paroles

Ayy, Spock, you slid on this ho Where you at? Eatin' good and gettin' fat Waitin' for my coffin, creepin' where the reaper at I be swervin' through the traffic like I'm runnin' and can't look back But really, I just wanna go (Where?) I really don't know (Circles) More money, more bitches, more worthless When you look under the surface Look at the motives, I know your face The smile livin' in your eyes, I can see you blurking Who to love? Who to trust? How can I know for certain? Sick of these rappers smirkin', yuh Bust through the door, where the cash at? Got one hundred twenty, two peas in a trashbag Turn your OG to a hashtag Hop in, we gon' take a road trip in a hatchback I pulled up some money in NASDAQ The rest I invested on bitches and crack bags Play with my money, don't stash that Walk in with my stick like I got a bad back Your pocket low to the minimal, uh Stretchin' the work like it's silicone, uh Hop out the whip like it's biblical Let my nuts hang like a physical test Airin' the shit from the hip to your neck I pop me a thirty, I'm feelin my chest I fucked on that bitch when one day to the next She looked up at me like a God in the flesh Miami, Florida, nothing but 'gators in that (Water) Don't even bother, get to the paper, they got nothing to (Offer) Life is okay, I just wish I was (Taller) But I'm okay, still gonna put my dick in your (Daughter) Miami, Florida, nothing but 'gators in that (Water) Don't even bother, get to the paper, they got nothing to (Offer) Life is okay, I just wish I was (Taller) But I'm okay, still gonna put my dick in your (Daughter) Aye, ode 'round pills too long, high ways Gettin' rich 'bout four, five ways Hating on me, come catch this fade If you bigger than me, come dodge this 'K Aye, bitch, don't check for me, go check your brakes Spilled some lean on my shirt, got stained With a dope lightskin so I called her Drake, ooh Man, the food so nice they named it twice Forty-five stuck to your head like lice That purp with a drank like beans and rice I was doin' good trappin', ain't need no mic One shot, I don't need no pipe Looked at my rap check laughin' All the street money, I was talkin' my shit so fire As the time goes by and I'm waitin' to die Look at the fire in my eyes, I'm never tellin' no lies My riders gon' ride for me, 911 ain't no lease What it do, baby? Let's make a move and get into it, bitch Wrap a rapper up in plastic, don't make me have to get drastic Goin' insane, think I need a straight jacket, Cadillac still swervin' in traffic You sick of the same shit, then suck a dick laid in the casket Got two hoes in the bathtub, they wanna do drugs and get nasty Miami, Florida, nothing but 'gators in that (Water) Don't even bother, get to the paper, they got nothing to (Offer) Life is okay, I just wish I was (Taller) But I'm okay, still gonna put my dick in your (Daughter) Miami, Florida, nothing but 'gators in that (Water) Don't even bother, get to the paper, they got nothing to (Offer) Life is okay, I just wish I was (Taller) But I'm okay, still gonna put my dick in your (Daughter)
Writer(s): Kevin Pouya, Habib Suz, Garrett Spach Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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