Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Duenes
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ayy, he be trippin', a lot of people act out of mention
He finna use you, but I'm tryna love you with my intentions
I know I cheated, did you dirty and you still kept it real
But when we broke, I back together, fix each other, we heal
Hold on kickin' shit, no pistol shit, irrelevant
Stay talkin' shit, a fan of this, he versatile, little jit
Hold on, I'm flowin', convert a beat we up bound to blow
You hear the way I'm talkin', no, you can't catch up with that flow
And catch it, no habit, you see me up, relapsin'
I wasn't stressed about that guy, but seen the way you actin'
No loyalty up in this city, rack up, count a bag in
You must be lucky if you got you one who don't be laggin'
I bag it, tap it, ain't no loyalty, but you beat
No trick or treat, you get no eats, I bake you out pottery
Society be callin' me, I thought it was Halloween
You knock a door, they come out runnin', berry taste, swisher sweet
I smoke it with you, that's that real shit, it's that first time treat
I hit it, five up in the car and feel I couldn't even breathe
Thinking air it out, I roll down the window, cleanin' the seats
Find out my sister heard about it, hearin' her go tellin'
Like, no, I know that you my blood, go take a fall for a youngin
And it be some little shit she never handled, drop it or somethin'
My cousin thirteen smokin' with me, we just act like it's nothin'
He pull up to that crib, I light the incense, we spark somethin'
And I'ma drop it, and I'ma lob it, and Dom done hit it in that crib
And my dad came and walked in, he almost caught him, but he got it
He ain't ever cocky, and Richie on that side, he ready for the get it poppin'
Stop it, drop it, they tellin' me to drop it
For every hater on my dick, I thank you for the dollar
And I be speakin' from my soul, don't got no time to fall in
When it be twelve, you better tell it, this my main lockin'
My main lockin', album one, intro, no missin', zero pot holes
And since I started, I been gettin' exes tryna follow
So hop off that dick, chains I wanna cop though
I cash it out, no cappin', now I got my drop
that call though man, he be trippin', a lot of people act out and mention
He finna use you, but I'm tryna love you with my intentions
I know I cheated, did you dirty, and you still kept it real
But when we broke, got back together, fix each other, we heal
Hold on, kicking shit, no pistol shit, irrelevant
Stay talkin' shit, a fan of this, he versatile little jit
Hold on, I'm floatin', convert a beat, we up bound to blow
You hear the way I'm talking know you can't catch up with my flow
Writer(s): James Duenes
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