Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mohkom Singh Bhangal
Mohkom Singh Bhangal
Songwriter
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Andre Burt
Andre Burt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rodrigo Barahona
Rodrigo Barahona
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Sach
Sach
Producer

Lyrics

(Money done geeked on this motherfucker) Look around and I see double faces (yeah, oh) (Yeah, oh) I can tell who real and who fakin' (yeah, oh) (Yeah, oh) Look around and I see double faces And it's a window, I don't got no time for no sleep or vacations I'm steppin', I'm steppin', one step at the time don't care how long it take me I hop in the booth and get loose with the blunt, man you know that I face it My diamonds, they hit in the dark Like water this shit like a lake or somethin' (yeah, yeah) You hittin' my phone all the time for some money You think I'm the bank or somethin' (yeah, yeah) One day, I'll open a bank to a nigga Talkin' 'bout he was takin' some (no, no) Like a Beyblade, keep on spinnin' Talkin' to God for my sinnin' Everybody wanna be a critic now If it ain't broke, then don't fix it Workin' since I was a jit Now you see me in the mix, oh I guess this shit is legit Because everybody treatin' me different, woah I gotta ride with the tint Know that this shit'd get lit (Spider) Pass me the motherfuckin' spliff (rock, rock it so it get lit, woah) Then I hop off of the stage, then I go for my peeps, woah Sometimes I wish she just got what I'm tryna do But I can't trust her mind (nah) I don't wan' talk on the phone right now (to you) Gotta hit the decline Look around and I see double faces (yeah, oh) (Yeah, oh) I cannot tell you who real and who fakin' (yeah, oh) (Yeah, oh) (Look around and I) Been workin' since I was a jit (jit) Got lit and blew up like a blimp, woah I got my style with no stylist (drip) Now everyone bitin' my drip, woah I'm stayin' loaded like clips (frrt) 'Cause it be hard to resist, woah They shot at my bro and they missed (pew-pew-pew-pew) Now we put him in a spliff, woah I'm private, my bitch is the baddest (bad) But don't nobody know about her Say you want smoke, send the address (yeah) And you might just get blown up out it I been rollin' every day of the week Found a new bitch, made her part of my fleet Pourin' the deuce in a Faygo at least Feelin' like Luke, I'm skywalkin' on beat Look around and I see double faces (yeah, oh) (Yeah, oh) I cannot tell you who real and who fakin' (yeah, oh) (Yeah, oh) Look around and I see double faces (yeah, oh, yeah) (Yeah, oh) I cannot tell you who real and who fakin' (Yeah, oh) (Yeah, oh) Look around and I see double faces
Writer(s): Andre Dontrel Burt, Mohkom Singh Bhangal, Navraj Goraya Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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