Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
NeedNoName
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
kelondric d stewart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NeedNoName
Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, that boy say
Real skater, hoes love me, I get paper
Pound weigher, I'm a real codeine player
Stackin' on them, we gon' ball on them later
I'm on some skate shit, I kick, push the board before I'm ever walkin
I'm down in Texas But I always chase that boy from Milwaukee
I'm the type skater on the hoe And then I let her stalk me
I feel like Tony in that SRT, can't track, hawk me
I feel like Rodney Miller, the way I grind, Come out the rail
I can't fuck hoes in the low,These bitches always kiss and tell
I see a real **** when I look up in the fuckin' mirror
And the **** that tried my gang, he died He try, I fuckin' dare you
I'm out the wall like Vans when I'm just gettin' it started
Need to leave that shit to the youngsters Boy, you pushin' 40
This little bitch, she so tired That she like Rick and Morty
She wanna watch anime, that's cool I'm pullin' up smokin
All these **** really smokin, Zy on the track
When I pull up, I have Zy
I'ma pull up, gang outside
Since I got my shit, I pop my shit like Ova, Red and Bok
I can't feel with that bill
Bitch, I'm hard right to the bone
I make sales, I own my sale
She just pray I make it home
Put my shit in styrofoam
I'm on ground like Tyson Jones
We was just some DGKs
Feel like TK with the Ghosts
I just passed white boy with ropes
He slid on a skateboard
I been runnin' through this fuckin' money
I should save more
Baby fucked around and slipped and fell in love Like save me
Since you touched, I don't hit my phone You know I hate waiting
Written by: kelondric d stewart