Créditos

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daxtin Ensminger
Daxtin Ensminger
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Spencer Fox
Spencer Fox
Producer
Jack Kron
Jack Kron
Producer

Letra

Go on to the 103, 103L
Yeah, that guy have a white baseball cap on, not at the time
Like you said, they both, they, uh, mid-twenties, kind of light blonde hair
Yeah (light brown hair, and -)
Smokin' on zips, I flip and rip gelato
Keep it all real, they press unfollow
Wanna go get this shit, my boys, they got my back behind me
I know people don't fuck with me, I get it
My soul is twisted, came in the game to kill it
I post my pic, you pin it, they bark at the boy, I'm winning
Somebody get behind me, cause I think I'm about to go back to back
These people, they talk all this shit
They ain't know what we do, they ain't write no raps
These people, they in and they out like burger joints, stay out of the trap
These people wanna talk on my name
Ain't got no game, ain't got no place, bitch
Ayy, layup faded, I get paid
Layup faded, on my way
Run the track like I'm Usain
I don't give a fuck what you be sayin' (what you be sayin')
Oh fuck it, I'm really in this bitch
We just finished up the whole album
And now we coming back in this bitch
I had people tell me that I had to go rap more
These bitches ask for dax more, we hit the shit on all fours
I stay 11 like concords, my baby bother and trap lores
You rap cap like a hat store
My presence is like presents to you on Christmas
I had to rap more
Uh, I get old, off my earnings, I get chose when they yearning
Like my tracks, I keep it burning
I've been spitting, you've been learning
I've been searching through my journey
With the wheel in the sky
Like journey with my dogs Earnie
Smokin' on zips, I flip and rip gelato
Keep it all real, they press unfollow
Wanna go get this shit, my boys, they got my back behind me
I know people don't fuck with me, I get it
My soul is twisted, came in the game to kill it
I post my pic, you pin it, they bark at the boy, I'm winning
I get old, out my earnings, I get chose when they yearning
Like my tracks, I keep it burning
I've been spitting, you've been learning
I've been searching through my journey
With the wheel in the sky
Like Journey with my dogs earning
Electric A6, sir, it cuts you between two miles
Written by: Daxtin Ensminger
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