Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Harman 2x
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Know a lot of bitches
Want my peter parked
Inside em like its MJ
Never come around
But when I do
I'm always ready
Never come around
I'm taking flights
Bae I'm busy
Know they want me dead
So I stay away
From my city
Cause I can't get caught lackin'
I'm tryna make it out
Packing out these shows
I'm tryna make it out my mamas house
Use to have them hoes
Running naked at my partna house
Got a bag
Ain't got shit to worry bout
If it's smoke
I don't wanna talk it out
At all
You throwing dirt on top my name
What type of value
Do I hold to you
You say I don't do enough
For us
But I do more than you
Put myself in jeopardy
My mental health important too
But you too dumb to understand me
Nineteen with a red key
New rappers
Try to take over my spot
That shit don't scare me
Bae you know your spot secured
As long as you ain't playing me
I ain't got no kids
But when I do
Can't be no deadbeat
I just wanna go to the moon
And never come back
Lost too many soldiers
Asking god to make em come back
They tried to belittle my image
Like I done bad
Forgiven in my heart
They took advantage
I'm a dumbass
Know a lot of bitches
Want my peter parked
Inside em like its MJ
Never come around
But when I do
I'm always ready
Never come around
I'm taking flights
Bae I'm busy
Know they want me dead
So I stay away
From my city
Cause I can't get caught lackin'
I'm tryna make it out
Packing out these shows
I'm tryna make it out my mamas house
Use to have them hoes
Running naked at my partna house
Got a bag
Ain't got shit to worry bout
If it's smoke
I don't wanna talk it out
At all
Written by: Harman 2x
