制作

作曲和作词
Elmo O'Connor
Elmo O'Connor
词曲作者
制作和工程
Rawbone
Rawbone
制作人
FYE Beats
FYE Beats
制作人

歌词

Fye, you goin' crazy on this bitch
FTP Records, sign or die
It's raw when you need cash only
I can't be a superhero, I don't save a bitch (bitch)
And we came glacier so your bitch favorite (yes)
News goin' up and unlike you, no I don't pay for it (no)
Our magic on the stage, baby, I Chris Angel it (what?)
Up in smoke (smoke), bones going ghost (ghost)
This rap game like a bitch, she gon' love you 'til she don't
Bulletproof the ghost, fuck it, armor out the Chevy
Blaze around, tucked high to pistol, grip it, I don't window wave
Five percent on the tint, feigning 'til I get a hit
Slide until we catch 'em slip, lie to m' like a bitch
Right-hand green, left-hand red, I'm playing gam's with you
You ain't built for life, you the type to split the day with it
Shame, what a shame, how we left him in the rain (what?)
Shakin' like a controller when your health getting drained
RIP, RIP, I let it rain
Pull up on me, come find me, now I'm away
Got some charges I don't need, but fuck it, I paid the fee
What's the use of having green if you can't swiftly make 'em bleed?
Bitch it's like that (that)
She sent a thousand texts, but I don't type back too
I don't like that (what?)
Livin' hell inside my cranium, I pack it like a stadium
I'm twitching from the nosebleeds, the planet I am blaming 'em
The waves, let me lay in 'em, the graves, let me play in 'em
My life is a game, I don't never wanna play again
Written by: Andrew Rincon, Elmo O'Connor, Matthew Lenard Armijo
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