Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PARTYENDS
PARTYENDS
Songwriter
Raymond Leftwich
Raymond Leftwich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ray Mays
Ray Mays
Mixing Engineer
Yungonfire
Yungonfire
Producer
JcxBeats
JcxBeats
Producer

Testi

We in the drop top cruisin', I wanna see what that body about
I'm with whatever she like, what we doin'
Spaceship, we in this bitch, it ain't rented'
If I get in this whip, gotta murder the vision
Like, I'm seeing different, I carti the vision
I'm talking' crazy whenever I'm in it
Like, tatt my name on this shit when I'm done
Like, fuck you so good, you might want you a son
I'ma play with your head, but I'm not the one
She saying I'm toxic, I do it for fun
Damn, I'm always the bad guy Even though I got her mad fly
Like somethin' about me, these bitches, they love me, I'm that guy
Cryin' to me, but it's nine other ****
Can't get in my feelings, I play with them figures
Can't play with my heart, I start playin' with triggers
You know how I get when I'm off of the liquor
Like, I'm trynna blow your
Im trynna blow your mind today
Im trynna blow your
Im trynna blow your spine today Like, I'm trynna blow your
Im trynna blow your mind today
Im trynna blow your
Yeah, I'm tryna blow your spine today
Make you sweat, sweat you out, your wash n set
Like, lose your breath, you ain't never have this sex
Said, May's her best, like, I break hearts, its fuck my ex
Might send a text, like, once I crack, I got a jet
She said what's next ? I said, just watch, she said patek
I pray to God, so just for you, I might just bless
So, baby, let's max out
Haters can talk, but they shhh when I back out
What you want for the bag now? Marc Jacob for the win when I trap out
Cause, babe, I get tricky In the future, I know It get wicked
In the field it get lonely like Wimpy, oh That's the reason you wanna get with me
Cause you wanna give me minaj's like Nicky
But I'd rather just you and that's Litty
And let's paint your nails blue like Nipsey, ayy Me and you against the city
Damn, wait, ah, wait, what? I'm on your mind today
Your ex don't want smoke cause he get poked And he could get lined today
Babe, pour up, let's smoke, no need to get close Let's stay inside today
I'm never more than a mile away, so I could
Make you sweat, sweat you out your wash n set
Like, lose your breath, you ain't never have this sex
Said, May's her best, like, I break hearts, it's fuck my ex
Might send a text, like, once I crack, I got a jet
I'm trynna blow your mind today
I'm trynna blow your mind today
Written by: PARTYENDS, Raymond Leftwich
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