Video Musik
Video Musik
Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PTM Hud
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hudson Coats
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IkeMadeThis
Producer
Lirik
Starin’ out the window, I can’t see in it
The whip drive itself, I just speed in it
The whole city full of danger, you can’t prevent it
Gravesite to visit bro, I put my knees in it
They hatin’ ‘bout some shit that God had gifted me
Next in line, ain’t got my turn and now they skippin’ me
It feel better when you sell it like you sip for free
She want a ring now ‘cause my Nike signs say “Tiffany”
Take another loss, like “fuck it, boy, you bigger than this”
Got me squintin’ through my rearview, got my windows tinted
She back online, she got her body done
Bro gettin’ homesick from the feds, like “you ain’t missin’ none”
She givin’ pussy up for free and think I’m gettin’ sprung
Keep gettin’ jail calls from Jank, I can’t wait ‘til he out
My **** missin’ out on freedom
Third year sittin’, got 5 kids, you know they need him
You ain’t even gotta feel me, these **** plottin’ on the way, they tryna kill me
Benz lot sittin’ there thinkin’ boutta Bentley
I done fucked all these hoes, I set a ratio
Bro done went Forgiatto, he gettin’ paper now
Set the play, he chasin’ pussy, you go and shake him down
You know I come off genuine to people
Tryna learn a different route, all illegal
Bro done gotten good with credit, learnin’ cheat codes
You can’t mean more to me than I mean to you
I say that equal, made it to the next chapter, this the sequel
Starin’ out the window, I can’t see in it
The whip drive itself, I just speed in it
The whole city full of danger, you can’t prevent it
Gravesite to visit bro, I put my knees in it
They hatin’ ‘bout some shit that God had gifted me
Next in line, ain’t got my turn and now they skippin’ me
It feel better when you sell it like you sip for free
She want a ring now ‘cause my Nike signs say “Tiffany”
Take another loss, like “fuck it, boy, you bigger than it”
Got me squintin’ through my rearview, got my windows tinted
She back online, she got her body done
Bro gettin’ homesick from the feds, like “you ain’t missin’ none”
She givin’ pussy up for free and think I’m gettin’ sprung
Keep gettin’ jail calls from Jank, I can’t wait ‘til he out
Written by: Hudson Coats
