Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
I Am Human
I Am Human
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fabián González
Fabián González
Composer
Uylus Johnson
Uylus Johnson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OhMyGon!
OhMyGon!
Producer

Lyrics

If I could hand you my phone so you could call the plug
I would already done about half of my drugs
I just moved out to the sticks, so I can buss my wrist down
Get in my zone, so I can get that shit now
Park my whip, so I can roll that zip
That bitch be givin' me dome, I had to bust and dip
I put the cream with the Chrome up on that Nesquik whip
Shawty got Burberrys on
She steady steppin' on shit
She always handle my business
I had to bless that bitch
I ain't been out in a while
But I always come right back
Gotta pop them tabs up for hours
Told shawty, "Bring that back"
If I could hand you my phone so you could call the plug
I would already done about half of my drugs
I just moved out to the sticks to keep me out of the mix now
You probably gon' turn around and hit my phone now
You got designer shades for your diamond faces
Bring yo' **** around, he think he shittin' on me, mm
I never say, "Hey," I can't remember his name (damn)
It's all because you think you're, you think you're better than me
(And we all see) whoa, whoa (that you've been lost without me)
This bitch really think he better than me
And we all see (you'll find someone better)
That you've been lost without me (lost, lost, lost, lost)
(Lost, lost, lost, lost)
And we all see (you'll find someone better)
Just run away, just run away (that you've been lost without me)
And we all see (you'll find someone better)
That you've been lost without me (just run away)
Ooh (ay, ay, ay)
I had to run away to get them millions (bring it in)
I had to run away to get them millions (bring it in)
Run
Didn't know you would flip like a spatula, ay (ah, ah)
I head to the sticks and I'm packin' up
'Cause all of that shit wasn't addin' up
Steady leavin', you're red when you mad as fuck
You just fucked up yo' chance with a bachelor
I didn't know you would flip like a spatula
Had me beefin' with **** I never met before
What I get for believin' that shit was set in stone?
Fucked up bundles of bread, and couldn't even take her home
In my bed, steady fiendin', I'm layin' by the phone
I can't even pick that shit up
You ain't even care where I went
'Til I picked up a bag and a Benz truck
Must've missed that last thing I sent ya
You should look at it right now
Tired of keepin' our shit on the side now
Steady actin' like you can't decide now
So I knew that I had to go run away to get them millions
Makin' this shit stack for my children
Now I done set it up for my next bitch
To come fuck shit up and kill it
All I know is these **** gon' feel it
No time to be lackin' or chillin'
All I know is how to get out the way
And go run it up and stack that shit in the safe
A **** gon' run away to the west side
Just to try to find me some peace
They want me to run away, but I can't hide
'Til I kill the motherfuckin' beat
I'm givin' my all away for my next high
Just to sow a motherfuckin' seed
I hope that it grow and give me what I need
I can't let it go, so I can never see it
She made me run away for the millions
She sittin', waitin' for the day, I can feel it
That bitch done sold her soul away for them digits
Just run away
Just run away
Written by: Fabián González, Uylus Johnson
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