Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
RI WAVEY
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Riley Michael
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Robin
Producer
Lyrics
I'm off silly peaky packie baby, get me fye'd up
I got benji now they made at WAVEY, get me fye'd up
Brand new checky coming in, get me up up up up
I got geeked outside my mind and hit the hill
The trouble weigh me down foreal, why I carry seals
At a certain point the dope selling don't pay the bills
It look like my paper propelling, cuz it is
The geeky creepin up, I swear it give me chills
Yeah I'm up to her, she saw me in her reels
I'm sorry for what it is
Boy don't reach for my lil dose, I'm not parting with the thizz
I feel this should already be known, but ya hardly in the mix
Got a new pack of dope on me, I'm tryna go kiss
My bih not thinking twice
My cup got drink and ice, need mix
I'm breaded up bae, hearty grain
She can't tell me why she do what she do
I know it's partly shame
This cough drop, put me in halls of fame
I'm Paul walkin, when I'm in the whip
I prolly won't survive this trip
I'm off silly peaky packie baby, get me fye'd up
I got benji now they made at WAVEY, get me fye'd up
Brand new checky coming in, get me up up up up
Written by: Riley Michael
