Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BONES
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pete Adams
Songwriter
John Dyer Baizley
Songwriter
Nick Jost
Songwriter
Sebastian Thomson
Songwriter
Elmo O'Connor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
skaleaton
Producer
Lyrics
B-B-Beatin' down your block, with that new shit (new shit)
B-B-Beeper on my hip, one hit I'm gon' get (get)
T-T-Treat me like the reaper, 'cause I never miss
It'd be che-cheaper to kill yourself and just save me a trip
I've got no reason to make a scene, but best believe I will
Commit treason against the team and get your blood spilt
Get your head split
Get your mind right
Raise out and hit the town until the nighttime, I ride
Baby I've been thinkin' I'ma fall right down
Without you by my side my life is over now
I'ma ride, I'ma slide, in the candy paint
I'ma dip my dope in the kerosene
No trip (trip)
I'ma sip (sip)
I'ma shake the game and watch 'em all flip (flip)
Get a grip (grip)
Legs kick (kick)
That bitch you said you love she, she on my dick
What?
Give me that
Don't shoot
Don't shoot, you stupid ignorant son of a bitch dumb bastard
Jesus Christ I've met some dumb bastards in my time
But you outdo them all
Get over there
Writer(s): Bones
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