制作

作曲和作词
Boog 100
Boog 100
词曲作者
Mitch Gone Mad
Mitch Gone Mad
词曲作者

歌词

I thought you'll never leave
Ain't takin' no disrespect
Fuck it left em stink
Fuck it grown man wrist
About 200 racks
Fucked his bitch
She left in the past
Come with me
You know what's up with that
She be like boy you stupid
She be like boy you stupid
She be like boy you stupid
She be like eat it up
She be like I run the light
Neck Ice stars in the sky Ferrari pipes
I been swervin swerve
I think I had too much
Fuck around swerve the Porsche
It be too much
Why don't you leave me alone
Why don't you get the fuck up out my space
So I pop out in my zone
Yeah yeah
Every time I get high I think of you
Every time I get high I think of you
And how we used to do used to fuck
Now I pull up in a Bentley truck
Whatever the case may be
I keep my head way up for the times you tried to down me
I get so high I guess I've been drownin
I can't trust no bitch man that's hard for me
Porsche 9-11 I feel like James Bond
Stay composed keep my calm
Whenever I catch the neck she hit her knee's
Yeah I got some change up I ain't going Applebee's
I used to pray to God that you'll never leave
Car ain't got no hair like Wallace
I feel like Metro Karate chop it
My soda spiked on pink narcotics
On some real shit though
I wonder me me
I wonder me
Wonder why me
Wonder why me
I wonder why
I wonder why
RIP my ****
RIP my grandma too
I used to pray to God you'd never leave
I used to pray to God you'd never leave
I hope this money never ever ever leave
I hope this money never ever ever leave
I used to pray that you would never leave me
Written by: Boog 100, Mitch Gone Mad
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