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PERFORMING ARTISTS
StaySolidRocky
StaySolidRocky
Vocals
Big4Keezy
Big4Keezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darak Figueroa
Darak Figueroa
Songwriter
Gunnlaugur Sumarlidason
Gunnlaugur Sumarlidason
Songwriter
Joseph Boyden
Joseph Boyden
Songwriter
Latrell Collins
Latrell Collins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darak Figueroa
Darak Figueroa
Recording Engineer
Glaazer
Glaazer
Producer
SephGotTheWaves
SephGotTheWaves
Producer
THEDONRRRM
THEDONRRRM
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Times are runnin', rip and running we can't go back I stopped taking Adderall, but, girl, you know that Thought you pulled up in the wagon, hope you drove that Oppositions see I'm flaggin', we gon' scold that Pop off a pill, I way too high, I ain't even land yet He in the fire, he in the sky, he devil dancin' I don't reply, you bitches crying, I ain't romantic, uh uh Bodybag a nigga, pick it up then slam it You speak on rip, my finger flick, turn you to ashes We on that shit, we train that bitch while we was back there My lighter flick, I reminisce and get to loving We, we just having fun, I hit and run like I just crashed it Fuck around and split this shit and had that a boy a fraction We gon' come and go, the Glock explode, it's leaving fragments Nigga duck and pressure, walking carpets, I got static Throwin' .30 bullets, hope your wide receiver catch it Live life to the fullest, I ain't emptying out glasses I dropped out of school, no, I ain't filling out these classes Win another round and I'm receiving these advances These niggas ain't make it 'cause they burning out like plastic What the fuck?, niggas know what's up Chopper bust, old bitch like to fuck Can't get cuffed, left 'em in the dust I can't trust, guess I smell like must Oh, that's tough, Perky, pilot bust Call my phone, hang that bitch right up How us?, can't roll me in no blunt Hermes, hit the whip, it a vet Niggas mad, told that bitch "oh my bad" Solo slime by myself, I'm on they ass Fuck that cash, we get down on yo' ass I've been ballin' on these niggas, no, Steve Nash Pop off a pill, I way too high, I ain't even land yet He in the fire, he in the sky, he devil dancin' I don't reply, you bitches crying, I ain't romantic (Uh uh) Bodybag a nigga, pick it up then slam it You speak on rip, my finger flick, turn you to ashes We on that shit, we train that bitch while we was back there My lighter flick, I reminisce and get to loving We, we just having fun, I hit and run like I just crashed it False 11 Got some real high feelings "Fuck the street", but you niggas still in it Behind the street, all yo' partners went missing, oh
Writer(s): Gunnlaugur Orri Sumarlidason, Darak Figueroa, Latrell Markee Collins, Joseph Boyden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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