Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Pinch
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Halfway
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Y'all be on some hoe shit
I'm just sippin' potion
Chillin' by the sea, yeah
City by the ocean
You know what I'm smokin'
On that potent
Man, I'm cloud 9
Yeah, bitch, I be floatin'
[Verse 2]
Y'all be on some hoe shit
I just do my own shit
Focused on the money nowadays
On some grown shit
Private flight, I just got flown in
[Verse 3]
Where is your bitch at
Is she finna slide through?
Wonder why she wanna hide you
Wonder why you always lied to
'Cause you the one she gonna cry to
[Verse 4]
Look, I'm a young man runnin' through the city
Like I'm Bruce Wayne
(I switch up bitches with my mo' chains)
Young boy, but I do things
(Young boy, but I do things)
[Verse 5]
I'ma break it down for you right now
Twenty-four hours of the day I be workin'
I'ma break it down for you right now
Twenty-four hours of the day she be twerkin'
I get that work in
I get that work in
She want that Birkin
[Verse 6]
Y'all be on some ho shit
I be on my own shit
Focused on the money nowadays
I be on some grown shit
Still sippin' on that potion
Still smokin' on that potent
Cloud nine, private jets when we flyin', yeah
You know that I stay floatin'
[Verse 7]
Y'all be on some horseshit
I just do my own shit
Worry 'bout me then you musta lost focus
Worry 'bout me then you musta lost focus
Yeah
[Verse 8]
That's some horsehit
I just do my own shit
Worry 'bout me then you musta lost focus
Worry 'bout me then you musta lost focus
[Verse 9]
I guess this is how it goes
Shawty wonder why I can't keep her close
I been on the rise
Rockin' all these shows every other night
Hit me when you're home
You should come by
I can send a car
You could come and stay
We could have some fun
[Verse 10]
There ain't much to say
We knew what it was
She said, "it depends"
Ever since then, we ain't really been friends
And ever since then, she the one I can't stand
Sayin' I'm her man, now she gone with the wind
[Verse 11]
Free my homeboys
I'm workin' so when you come back it's in a Rolls Royce
Out there with the juice in the streets, dawg
Only cry when homies die and the lean's bad
Hit fifty for the beef grab
You know G runnin' Wii style
[Verse 12]
No, you can't get smoke, dawg
Tell me what you blowin' up my phone 'bout?
Everybody wanna make a deal
Everybody sayin' that they real
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel
