制作
作曲和作词
Fire Octagon
词曲作者
Tumer Beets
词曲作者
Turner Smyth
词曲作者
歌词
I took too much fuckin' drugs until I ain't feel nun'
How you gon' know that shit is real until you feel one
I ain't gon' lie, I'm crackin' seals until the sun come
Yeah, waitin' for the plug, I'm poppin' one time
I spilled a lil' Wocky on my shirt and I let it sun dry
She caught me lackin' and she asked me if I was high
Got me thinkin' back to the last time that I was fried
It's been a while, dawg
Like 60 days, I was locked up in that prison, dawg
You really the same, but you been actin' like you different, dawg
We really gon' spray, then we ain't gon' leave no witness, dawg
You could check the frame, my bitch rockin' all that Tiffany, dawg
I be goin' insane every time I try to quit it, dawg
I been mixin' the painkillers with that purple liquid, dawg
I been mixin' pain, stayin' in my lane
I been snortin' salts and I think it's Himalayan, yeah
I been high like crane, send me on my way, yeah
Said it's all your fault, I don't know what to say
Bringin' up my past like that shit was yesterday
I been in the trap for so damn long, like, what's the day?
They gon' copy the kid until they find they own way
So much ice, I'm Snowden, all white look like cocaine
Gas and all that propane, trappin' out the Focus
Ballin' like I'm Jordan, ballin' like I'm Jordan
How you judgin', Judy? Now you got me moody
Mixin' purple Wocky, turned it to a smoothie
Mixin' two narcotics, now I'm feelin' loopy
I know why you unblocked me, yeah
Y'actin' like y'all knew me
Y'all some fuckin' groupies, rollin' up that loose leaf
I'm a different artist, put that on my music
Postin' all those Glocks up on the line, you ain't gon' use it
Hope you don't run up on me, you can't afford a Funie
I could probably make a million dollars off a movie
I spent sixteen hundred on my shoe, feel like I'm Uzi
Keepin' the block together, man, I feel like I'm a glue stick
You done dropped the ball and now you tryna blame the pool stick
I took too much fuckin' drugs until I ain't feel nun'
How you gon' know that shit is real until you feel one
I ain't gon' lie, I'm crackin' seals until the sun come
Bitch I took too many perks now I can't feel nun'
Bitch I took too many perks now I can't feel nun'
Hop in that bitch and I'm runnin' it back
Hop in that bitch and I'm runnin' it back
Diamond my wrist went and flooded the racks
Written by: Fire Octagon, Tumer Beets, Turner Smyth

