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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kaylin Johnson
Kaylin Johnson
Songwriter
Tyrell Moore
Tyrell Moore
Songwriter
johnny made it
johnny made it
Songwriter

Lyrics

I can't feel my feet
I'm so high baby, fly with me
Fuck her then I leave
Why u thought that u could come with me?
I ain't really worried bout no ****, that did none to me
Why she go tell all of her friends, that she fucking me
I be in the club with my boys, we some billionaires
Don't want no new friends, you ain't coming unless you been in here
I can't beef with no ****, if he sleep with teddy bears
Gotta keep my head on, so i sleep with gun in hand
Money talk you ain't talking money, then don't talk to me
Want it all
You ain't in my circle, you can't come with me
Taking drugs I be way too high, I might overdose
You can't step to me or step to baby, better not come close
I go, chasing after green when I get involved
I know, stacking all this cheese it'll break my fall
I ain't need no bitch, I know that she ain't gon save me
When I ride around I risk my life, my glock ain't got safety
She let me hit in the backseat, I woke up wit my body sore
I don't even call them boys my opps, cause they don't step it all
Do that boy like Ricky, hit his back then we gon watch em crawl
Do that boy like Ricky, hit his back then we gon watch him fall
Take a ride with me, I could probably show you many things
**** could've killed me when they came, but they don't got no aim
Long live Hutchy, I would never cop no shit from Johnny Dang
Faygo muddy just lil mosey, I sip hella paint
And I drank foreal
Two lines in a crème soda, it turn pink foreal
I be zooted out my mind, can't feel my face foreal
And if you playing with my time then you breaking the deal
Is it enough?
Is it enough?
I fall inlove with these drugs
Again
Calling it off
Breaking it off
I don't give a fuck
Bout who you want me to be
I can't feel my feet
I'm so high baby, fly with me
Fuck her then I leave
Why u thought that you could come with me?
I ain't really worried bout no ****, that did none to me
Why she go tell all of her friends, that she fuckin me
I be in the club with my boys, we some billionaires
Don't want no new friends, you ain't coming uless you been in here
I can't beef wit no ****, if he sleep wit teddy bears
Gotta keep my head on, so i sleep with gun in hand
Written by: Kaylin Johnson, Tyrell Moore, johnny made it
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