Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daigh-Lauren Marzae Lobdell
Daigh-Lauren Marzae Lobdell
Songwriter
Elijah Lemons
Elijah Lemons
Songwriter

Lyrics

RIP my auntie, you really taught me a lot
How pretty girls go prey on me, never trust a thot
And if she wanna do sumn you let her
And don't let a hoe fuck up your schedule
The type of **** I am, eyes on me heavy
My **** Ammo here, chasin it daily
My **** three just hit me, said he got some hoes for us
I remember road runnin, brought the hoes with us
Some hoes treat me like a god when I speak
Some hoes ask me why they call you MVP
Cuz I'm going crazy, ball in any league
Don't think that you deserve something, Joel Embiid
Blowing good dope, I know cuz I can feel it in my eyes
When people talk, I just assume that they lying
Walked in Neimans, the lady just knew that we was buying
Be there often, shut up you don't make sense
If it make cents, It makes sense
Won't go out like Franklin
Don't ever 2nd guess it
Lay that dick down on her, she want me forever
I'm just tryna count this paper like a damn teller
I done fucked a few friends, you know I won't tell em
I ain't hear shit, I ain't see shit, I'm Helen Keller
I drop in on the loadout when it ain't safe
She drop in when I need her for that good face
I hop out when she finish and I face paint
I'm a god, I'm the flyest ****, no cape
I ain't talkin Lakers when I say she got a Lake Show
Black dickies, white socks, and my black fazos
Fuckin on Kagome, ain't heard from Bulma, and Keiko
Still love a ****, she always do what I say so
Written by: Daigh-Lauren Marzae Lobdell, Elijah Lemons
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