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Créditos
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JR Gross
Songwriter
Vincent Gates
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinzent
Mastering Engineer
Digital Graffiti Studios
Producer
Letra
I do the mileage down the road, I don't give a fuck
You can't get in without the code, you can't sit with us
Aye, I legit feel like I've been living to die
Don't know if I should shoot a **** or go cry
A pistol on my hip, I'm riding on my G-shit
Anger issues, I don't do well with that P-shit
She biting on me, save the contact, that's my fleet, bitch
Trap hole, they fucking hurt without the sheet shit
If you don't get the message, ****, that's the vibe
And I'm ten toes behind my ****, I'ma ride
Aye, light that shit up, I'ma feel alive
When she gave me head, know that shit was fire
I'm loyal, won't switch up the code
I don't trust ****, I know they gon' fold
She smelling my Dior cologne
She feeling my Vapormax Nike fit
I told that lil' baby that she give me dome
All them other lil' bitches gon' think she the shit
She curvy, she sexy, I call her coke
These **** laughing, I'm working, I'm cracking jokes
Ain't no med, but she let me drive the boat
I'm too cold in the summer, I'll wear a coat
I do the mileage down the road, I don't give a fuck
You can't get in without the code, you can't sit with us
Aye, I legit feel like I've been living to die
Don't know if I should shoot a **** or go cry
Aye, pistol on my hip, I'm riding on my T-shirt
Anger issues, I don't do well with that peach
She biting on me, say the contact, that's my feet, bitch
Trap hole, they fuckin' her without the sheets
If you don't get the message, ****, that's the vibe
And I'm ten toes behind my ****, I'ma ride
They know I'm blurred, they didn't know
I don't promote bad jobs in Roe v. Swerve
We can fuck the ponies, gang, and with us, well, we blurred
We ain't burnt checks, ****, ****, interests isn't curved
We ain't deaf, imputed, we in traffic, no, I'm flurred
They didn't know I don't promote bad jobs in Roe v. Swerve
We can fuck the ponies, gang, and with us, well, we blurred
We ain't burnt checks, ****, ****, interests isn't curved
Look, bitch, I ain't no capper, I'm a rapper
I've been grinding, hope I make it
If that win is the ring, then I'm LeBron
Now watch me take it, when you seein' me
When you seein' me in person, know that I be walkin' fast
Cause that bag callin' my name won't catch me sittin' on my ass
When you see me in person, please do not touch
If I want you, I'm comin', I'm tryin' to fuck
Momma say, you got one life, so live it up
They didn't know I'm a cat, I got too much luck
They look half common sense, but that shit ain't common
**** goin' Fugazi, so they get homage, make vision
It's a thrill like evaporation, it ain't no competition
You think we racin', ****
I do the mileage down the road, I don't give a fuck
You can't get in without the code, you can't sit with us
Ayy, I let you quit like I been livin' to die
Don't know if I should shoot a **** or go cry
Ayy, pistol on my hip, I'm riding on my G-shit
Anger issues, I don't do well with that P-shit
She whittin' on me, say the contact cracks my feet, bitch
Trap all that fuckin' hurt without the sheet shit
If you don't get the message, ****, this the vibe
And I'm ten toes behind my ****, I'ma ride
I'ma ride
Written by: JR Gross, Vincent Gates


