制作
出演艺人
Peezy
声乐
Bijan
编程
FKi1st
编程
作曲和作词
Phillip Peaks
词曲作者
制作和工程
FKi1st
制作人
Bijan
制作人
Mike Wyatt
母带工程师
歌词
(1st done geeked it up)
I done turned it up times ten
Now everybody wanna be a **** friend
I don't trust 'em far as I can see 'em, yeah
We are not the same, please don't call me twin
We are not the same, please don't call me twin, ****
All my **** brothers, I ain't got no friends, ****
All we got is each other and that's all we need, ****
Better not fuck with my brother and that's what I mean, ****
Fuck you sayin'? What you mean, ****?
You know me, ****, everything luxury, ****
I'ma wear this shit one time and it cost a P
You ain't got a thousand to your name, you can't talk to me
Meet me up in Gary after hours where the bosses meet
Put your money where your mouth at, ****, talk is cheap
What you drivin'? Where your house at, ****? Where you sleep?
Get your shit together, fuckboy, you can't compare to me
'Member when I had my own spot when I was seventeen
I done got too rich to sell dope, now I'm sellin' weed
I'm legal hustlin' now, I'm trappin' out dispensaries
You **** fakin' and we know it, don't say shit to me
Shit that I been seein', I just ain't impressed
Man, it's hard to find some **** who just ain't in debt
Damn, I was broke as hell, man, I hated that
Couldn't bring myself to do a scam, I was shavin' crack
Now I'm in a 2021 with the curtains back
Bought my side bitch the Benz truck with the turtleback
I'm tryna pull up right now, where you servin' at?
I'm dozin' off in the label meeting, I been sippin' Act'
Will I ever leave the game? I can't promise that
Can't explain the feeling when the waitress bring the bottles back
Order me a casket, see the sparkles like a holiday
So fuckin' high, when the club close, I might fly away
Got so many fuckin' new Mercedes in my driveway
Pick one, grab the car keys, ****, which one?
Thats' how we livin', we don't cherish shit, we pass it out
You know me ain't got no barriers, I'm cashin' out
We couldn't even imagine, now imagine how
We pull up on the scene, these bitches passin' out
Gotta be a G around me, it ain't no rats allowed
Snatched a couple million off the streets just to pass it down
I done turned it up times ten
Now everybody wanna be a **** friend
I don't trust 'em far as I can see 'em, yeah
We are not the same, please don't call me twin
I done turned it up times ten
Now everybody wanna be a **** friend
I don't trust 'em far as I can see 'em, yeah
We are not the same, please don't call me twin
Written by: Phillip Peaks

