Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tahj O Clarke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Kronic Beats
Producer
Songteksten
When I was young my pops told me to stick to the Guac and I stuck to the theory
No days off for a **** applying that pressure it's making them fear me
Bad Lil bitch and she want me to hit it I hit from the back till she weary
You never thought that I would be shit but **** I see you cheering now
Don't want em near me
Ain't no guessing if you with me if you not around me then **** it's clearly
She fell in love the Rasta she want me cuff her I left that girl teary
Know it's a boss that just walked in soon as I stepped in mufuckin' the building uh
Uh uh
I give a special thanks to them haters
They keep a **** going up elevator
So no time to wait man I had to get paper
Heart so cold it feel like a glacier
These bitches be coming and going like vapors
Smoke in the air got me like fuck a hater
I had to go get away **** see you later
So many lies I'm tired of trying
I wish I was wrong they proving me right
It so hard to trust the killing my vibe
I stay on my grins and she keep it tight for me
I ain't really meet a type for me
Really thought you was right for me
Heart cold don't need ice on me
Up late workin long nights for me
When I was young my pops told me to stick to the Guac and I stuck to the theory
No days off for a **** applying that pressure it's making them fear me
Bad Lil bitch and she want me to hit it I hit from the back till she weary
You never thought that I would be shit but **** I see you cheering now
Don't want em near me
Ain't no guessing if you with me if you not around me then **** it's clearly
She fell in love the Rasta she want me cuff her I left that girl teary
Know it's a boss that just walked in soon as I stepped in mufuckin' the building uh
Written by: Tahj O Clarke
