Credits
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Jack McCoy
Songwriter:in
Thomas Gross
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
I pull up looking faded
Pills straight from the matrix
Glad I came I'm glad I made it
Where's my wallet where's my chaser
Cruise like I'm speed racer
In a buick rolling paper
Puff Puff pass I'm fucked up fast
12 on my ass so I will see you later
Three words oh my God
Shawty I ain't know that you praise the lord
Room is still spinning when I hit the floor
Don't skip the rotation cause I'm smoking more
Phone notifications I'm hitting ignore
4 in the morning take shots like encores
Got her body rocking to the beat when she fucking me
Always check out Nikes is on my feet fuck the stripes on your feet
My shooters like Kemba from the three
Green beam
Smoke and let the lyrics come to me
But TG on the beat
Left wrist got a dial tone
VVS my milestone
No homo but when I go slow she say it feel like its a mile long
Bench reps like her body count
6 8 10 gotta count it out
These boys really playing 'round
Thumbs up and I bet you proud
Fuckin with me, fuckin with me
I know that you fuckin with me, you fuckin with me
You fuckin with me, you fuckin with me
I know that you fuckin with me, you fuckin with me
I got bitties fucking with me in every city
I'm just tryna sign them titties then get my milli
Then you'll see me doing shitties in a Continental Bentley
Up and pump the remi
Steppin in Giuseppe
We got concrete walls so we do what we want
Take a shot then wink and flirt with your mom
Freaky fast I bust and dash like Jimmy John's
I finish first you finish last lil boy I'm on
Got her body rocking to the beat when she fucking me
Always check out nikes is on my feet fuck the stripes on your feet
My shooters like kemba from the three
Green beam
Smoke and let the lyrics come to me
But TG on the beat
Fuckin with me, fuckin with me
I know that you fuckin with me, you fuckin with me
You fuckin with me, you fuckin with me
I know that you fuckin with me, you fuckin with me
Written by: Jack McCoy, Thomas Gross