Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jugg Harden
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik Grimes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KXDE
Producer
Lyrics
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Yeah
Tender man
Told my bitch I'm insecure, can't have no **** friends
Pull up slidin', crack a **** just like an Easter egg
And I don't feel bad for ****, that **** made his bed
Ain't dropped no music in a year, they think he hate his fans
It's a hundred steppers at his show just shakin' dreads
How you broke when it's like ten ways you can make a band?
Showed you how to get some money, but I can't make you, man
I was fucked up in these trenches tryna catch a wave
I'm in the field, I'm huntin' ****, I'm tryna catch a slay
Fuck my ho, I keep it P, ****, I'm far from lame
I gave you everything you asked for, bitch, don't start today
They say no weapons at my show, but I still brought the K
I'm in the Lam', **** droppin' thirty, I'm a Hawk today
I take the Draco everywhere, so I can't get lonely
That's So Raven, already saw that you gon' switch on me
I ain't talkin' 'bout my mood, but it's a switch on me
Ain't call the principal to fight my bullies, you can't pick on me
You hidin' behind a fake page, but we know it's you
I fucked that bitch sober, you tried her drunk, then she was hoin' you
Go broke, then I'm slimin' **** out, it's nonnegotiable
He hardheaded, I'm tryna give him game, but he not coachable
If you say, "No cap," then I probably won't believe you
If I say I love you, ****, that mean that I need you
Scorpion with the shoulder strap, I'll fuck around and sting you
I told him get some money, he'd rather strike, so I can't lead you
Used to scam my old hoes, don't give a fuck if I was wrong
Know my brother feel my pain, communicate through YoungBoy songs
Bitches used to kick me out, I run the streets, can't go back home
.223s rip through ****' tissue, that's how you wipe his nose
I tell y'all when I be broke, so I can't never get exposed
This bitch wanna fuck my brother, I can't never keep no hoes
But I owe him a couple bitches, though, I used to share his clothes
Think I'm nonchalant, don't dwell on no shit I can't even control
Alright, go back home
Think I'm nonchalant, don't dwell on shit I can't control
Tender man
Told my bitch I'm insecure, can't have no **** friends
Pull up slidin', crack a **** just like an Easter egg
And I don't feel bad for ****, that **** made his bed
Ain't dropped no music in a year, they think he hate his fans
It's a hundred steppers at his show just shakin' dreads
How you broke when it's like ten ways you can make a band?
Showed you how to get some money, but I can't make you, man
Written by: Malik Grimes

