Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Branden Thompson
Songwriter:in
Zye Young
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
I lost my **** to the streets, another bury
Feelin' like my second home's a cemetery
Hate that that's no longer scary, yeah
Give my **** all I got 'til I grow weary
In my zone you can't compare me
All these trials have just prepared me
Everywhere that we go
Makin' bands everywhere that we go
Hoppin' out them vans, takin shit like repo
We go wherever we go, yeah
My **** blood just like my brothers no phlebotomy
Now I'm on the road she wanna rock with me
I told her give me sloppy that's the top for me
I hit her 'til her knees are walkin' wobbly
I'm rollin' up that broccoli
I turned all my impossibles to probably
Keep a small circle fuck the quantity
Real **** by me swear they solemnly
Been funny fuck your comedy
Sometimes what you did cannot be fixed with an apology
My **** might pull up with that stick and harm 'em bodily
I'ma star, astrology
I knew she was a Aries, yeah she gotta be
My dick down where her tonsils be
I always fuck her properly
But you can be my property
I wanna see my money different colors like Monopoly
I lost my **** to the streets, another bury
Feelin' like my second home's a cemetery
Hate that that's no longer scary, yeah
Give my **** all I got 'til I grow weary
In my zone you can't compare me
All these trials have just prepared me
Everywhere that we go
Makin' bands everywhere that we go
Hoppin' out them vans, takin shit like repo
We go wherever we go, yeah
It's loyalty over money, can you hear me?
A lot of **** know me, but there's few who know the real me
You can find me where a deal be
Money never slows I got some hoes that counted up
And just say heels I think about it
Get the chills 'cause I was down
I see a milli
I'm paranoid 'cause **** really wanna kill me
It's easier to hate than it's to feel me
Money went from dirty, now it's filthy
**** wanna play you more when you been killed or pleadin' guilty
She shakin' that ass, makin' me dizzy
Had to kill the kitty cat I'm in her kidneys
If I ever did you bad hope you forgive me
I came too far to look back
Neiman and Sac
Droppin' a bag for all of my **** who stuck with me
I lost my **** to the streets, another bury
Feelin' like my second home's a cemetery
Hate that that's no longer scary, yeah
Give my **** all I got 'til I grow weary
In my zone you can't compare me
All these trials have just prepared me
Everywhere that we go
Makin' bands everywhere that we go
Hoppin' out them vans, takin shit like repo
We go wherever we go
Written by: Branden Thompson, Zye Young