Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ralph Beechum
Songwriter
Layne Austin Kelder
Songwriter
Testi
(I wanna go to LA)
(Go, go)
(Yeah, yeah, go, go, huh, huh)
(huh, huh, huh, go, huh, huh, huh, lets go)
(huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah)
I just did a fucking top speed man I'm finna crash this shit
I know why he don't like me, cause his bitch liking my pics
I don't wanna hear your new shit cause I know it's finna miss
Put me in that song then we gone see about that diss
See about that diss, see about that clip
I can't fuck with a **** that ain't even worth half my fit
Rockstar like KISS, Chrome Hearts and Rick
My bitch mad at me, trynna figure out what I did
Tell me what the fuck I did, tell me what the fuck it do
I'm trynna live in the hills, I need to see me a view
I like to chill with the baddies, you know I got me a few
I'm just living my life, that's the number one rule
End of discussion, I'm finna go ahead and get this shit bussin'
Making a hit I say really its nothing
Brodie he tweaking like watch what you clutching
Prada cologne, shawty love when she smell it
Way that I'm living, I hope I see heaven
She wanna fuck, yeah, I got that impression
On top of the world, why the fuck are you stressing
I just did a fucking top speed man I'm finna crash this shit
I know why he don't like me, cause his bitch liking my pics
I don't wanna hear your new shit cause I know its finna miss
Put me in that song then we gone see about that diss
See about that diss, see about that clip
I can't fuck with a **** that ain't even worth half my fit
Rockstar like KISS, Chrome Hearts and Rick
My bitch mad at me, trynna figure out what I did
Written by: Layne Austin Kelder, Ralph Beechum

