Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kaleb Alan Helton
Songwriter
Geraldi Jason-Tinn Kerkula
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Hey, Rich)
Yeah, I'm smoking meth, so don't mind me
The likes of the rhymes in my lines don't define me
Y-You could never find me, it's not really hard to be slimy
I-I be alone in the dark going grimy
The timing is perfect, yeah, I'm Hybrid, so sign me
These lies you be perpin', can't decide if you like me
I might be observant, so I find where you hidin'
And I stay in the trenches, so you know I be grimy
He wanted smoke like a school bathroom
At lunch, I punch any fool, like food line
Cut to the mustard soon, then I move my rug, vacuum like cock like a Roomba
Dust in a Roomba, dust for the 2 by 2 wit' the dude and he shoot and he fool I touch
'Cause the bullets I twist and they shoot with a clue, and they zoom right through any room, I must
She suckin' me up like a vacuum, I'm giving out smoke like a bathroom
I'm in the cut 'cause I'm out in the backroom
She stuck to me just like a tattoo
Tattoo? Had to, uh
I'ma pull up with a gat, too, uh
And I'ma shoot at your latitude, uh
VVS shine like a Raichu, uh
Rise and shine, you heard the Glock
You work the pack, I work the block
The block is hot, I heard the talk, the worst is not, 'cause first of all, 'cause I go hard
I'm not a cock, I'm hard to crack
I'm not a lock, I'm gettin' songs
I'm like a rock and I got drip, I'm like a dock
I-I-I-I'm about to swing like a vine, all the rhymes in my lines, they are one of a kind
Like a diamond, t-these are not rhines, these are diamonds
I'm in a place you need to climb, you tryna chime in?
I'm a rockstar, my dad a GOAT, the apple doesn't fall far
Wockhardt, I'm sippin' in my ball like a all star
She tried to call my phone, but it's off and it's not charged, you not hard
Put the blade up, tell 'em, "En garde" (En garde)
(Hey, Rich)
Yeah, I'm smoking meth, so don't mind me
The likes of the rhymes in my lines don't define me
Y-You could never find me, it's not really hard to be slimy
I-I be alone in the dark going grimy
The timing is perfect, yeah, I'm Hybrid, so sign me
These lies you be perpin', can't decide if you like me
I might be observant, so I find where you hidin'
And I stay in the trenches, so you know I be grimy
Written by: Geraldi Jason-Tinn Kerkula, Kaleb Alan Helton