Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chillinit
Chillinit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Turnell
Blake Turnell
Composer
Trooh Hippi
Trooh Hippi
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nerve
Nerve
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I ain't really love you, baby girl, I wish you well (I wish you well)
You can tell my exes I'ma see that bitch in hellĀ (See that bitch in hell)
I was smokin' on that, get you higher off the smell
(Get you higher off the smell)
I said this is just my story that I never get to tell, tell
I ain't really love you, baby girl, I wish you well (I wish you well)
You can tell my exes I'ma see that bitch in hell (See that bitch in hell)
I was smokin' on that, get you higher off the smell
(Get you higher off the smell)
I said this is just my story that I never get to tell, tell, tell
(Tell, tell, tell, tell, tell)
[Verse 2]
See my brother with the flow put Australia on the map
Doin' shows up on the road with the scales and the pack
Rollin' deep with all my bros I ain't fucking with no jacks
If you weigh my ounces low then I'll send my brothers back
Back, back, back
Why you talking like you fake?
Why you talking like you know me, why you tryna call me Blake?
Why you talking like homie when I know that you a snake?
Bruv, it's clear that you a phony, get the fuck up out my face
[Verse 3]
I ain't really love you, baby girl, I wish you well
And you can tell my exes I'ma see that bitch in hell (See that bitch in hell)
I'm smokin' on that, get you higher off the smell
(Get you higher off the smell)
I said this is just my story that I never get to tell
I ain't really love you, baby girl, I wish you well (I wish you well)
And you can tell my exes I'ma see that bitch in hell
(See that bitch in hell)
I was smokin' on that, get you higher off the smell
I said this is just my story that I never get to tell, tell, tell
(Tell, tell, tell, tell, tell)
[Verse 4]
'Cause I got the kush
The man with the buds
I'm trying to push, that Blueberry Young
Everyone talk but nobody walk
It's better you run
I kept it raw, said fuck the law
I don't give a fuck
Officer, why you getting mad
'Cause I pass the weed?
Officer, I don't see no badge, why you ask for me?
Officer, tryna search my bag
Now she's asking please?
Officer, hands up off my car, make it hard to breath, breath?
Ay, we should just get high, we should sleep all day
Pretty mama, we don't lie, pretty mama, we don't play
Baby, tell me where you lie, baby, tell me where you stay
I got bitches on my line, I got bitches everyday, ay
I just wanna fly up out the hood
She say that she's down for rappers
So she fucks me like she should
Everybody wanna talk, take a shot, I wish you would
Everybody wanna talk, I'm too busy smoking good
Do it for my fam, I do it for my blood
I'm tryna get some money, you just tryna get some drugs
I do it for my fam, I do it for my bruv
'Cause my brother had my back way before all of you cunts
[Verse 5]
So I never gave a fuck, uh, uh
So I never gave a fuck, fuck, fuck, uh, uh
So I never gave a fuck, uh, uh, uh, uh
So I never gave a fuck
Written by: Blake Turnell, Sujon Ahmed, Trooh Hippi
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