Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Performer
Juliann Alexander
Juliann Alexander
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Juliann Alexander
Juliann Alexander
Composer
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
Composer
Julius Rivera III
Julius Rivera III
Composer
Morris Jones
Morris Jones
Composer
Chris Jones
Chris Jones
Composer
Michael S. Williams
Michael S. Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Squat Beats
Squat Beats
Producer
Mr. Williams
Mr. Williams
Producer
Angel Ramirez
Angel Ramirez
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I know later on you gonna tell me I was outta line
Showed up late, 'cause I know I'm never outta time
Roll up, kill the blunt commit another crime
With my middle finger up to the other side
It ain't mother fucking lit until we get inside
Tell your friends meet my friends and let's intertwine
Snapchat baby girl ain't really into Vine
Keep on looking at me vertigo then I'ma hit recline
[Verse 2]
Throw it at me backwards
While I make this money acrobat it back flip
Trying to give me hickeys I could smell your Chapstick
I swear all these bitches is assassins
If they ever get me only thing a **** ask is
Please let me wear all my chains in my casket
Promise I'ma come back and visit you like Casper
If you ever need it baby call, I will answer
This ring ringtone keep going off
I got a new phone checking all these missed calls
Everybody say they wanna live like a boss
But you don't really know how mush this shit cost
[Verse 3]
I might spend it all
I might save it all, just to flip
Check my fucking phone
Look at all these calls I just missed
Check my fucking phone
Look at all these calls I just missed
Story of my life
Man, I swear you couldn't write this shit
[Verse 4]
I got a lot of commas in my bank account but I need more
They like who the fuck is that when I pull up in that foreign
I got too much sauce I gotta drip when I walk yeah
You **** irrelevant, so unimportant
All of my bitches be rocking designers
She so like where did you find her
She don't open up for me she the headliner
Then adios on, don't call me manana
Who you trying to flex on?
Bitch you know I'm like Kanye
I'm the best in the city, I'm just being honest
If that **** threaten me, I put that on my daughter, he won't get his paper
You think that **** a gangsta, that **** really a fake one
She be dancing all on me, throwing that there while I'm throwing paper
I'ma do it with a maker, she like baby hit me later
[Verse 5]
This ring ringtone keep going off
I got a new phone checking all these missed calls
Everybody say they wanna live like a boss
But you don't really know how mush this shit cost, oh yeah
[Verse 6]
I might spend it up
I might save it all, just to flip
Check my fucking phone
Look at all these calls I just missed
Check my fucking phone
Look at all these calls I just missed
[Verse 7]
Story of my life
Man, I swear you couldn't write this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah
[Verse 8]
I might spend it all
I might save it all, just to flip
Check my fucking phone
Look at all these calls I just missed
Check my fucking phone
Look at all these calls I just missed
Story of my life
Man, I swear you couldn't write this shit
Written by: Brian Todd Collins, Chris Jones, Julian Goins, Juliann Alexander, Julius Rivera, Julius Rivera III, Michael S. Williams, Morris Jones
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