Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Dro Kenji
Stimme und Gesang
KA$HDAMI
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Danny Jerome Jenrette
Songwriter:in
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Komponist:in
Francisco Jose Gaulter de Vasconcelos Baptista
Komponist:in
michael romito
Komponist:in
Nicola Kollar
Komponist:in
Tywonn Within
Komponist:in
David Wallace
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Terrance Armond Wilson
Mischtechniker:in
1ksensei
Produzent:in
Census
Produzent:in
FRANKIEONTHEGUITAR
Produzent:in
niketaz
Produzent:in
Taz Taylor
Produzent:in
Edgard Noel Herrera
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
[Chorus]
I know what you don't
When I'm high, I float
Barely conscious, cash stacked high
I done found love in this foreign ride
Call 911, she ridin' for me in the SRT, you can certainly leave me alone
She wan' fuck, but I ain't know this whore fell in love
But I say, "Why ain't you dyin' for me? If I give you the gun, you should kill 'em for me"
Dump the clip at them **** and peel out with me
Pour me up to the brim, baby, spill out with me
[Verse 1]
Disconnect from my feelings and feel all the weed
I've been fillin' my stomach up with Hennessey
Ain't been giving a fuck, I just love being geeked
And my brother don't smoke, but he smoke 'cause of me
She an angel, but she like to party with me
I'm the devil, then she in the fire with me
I be high off the Perc', pardon me
Money berserk, lottery (Lottery)
[Chorus]
I know what you don't
When I'm high, I float
Barely conscious, cash stacked high
I done found love in this foreign ride
Call 911, she ridin' for me in the SRT, you can certainly leave me alone
She wan' fuck, but I ain't know this whore fell in love
But I say, "Why ain't you dyin' for me? If I give you the gun, you should kill 'em for me"
Dump the clip at them **** and peel out with me
Pour me up to the brim, baby, spill out with me
[Verse 2]
Can't expect nothin' from these hoes, man, I avoid the disappointment
And shawty beggin' for that dick, I told that bitch, "Book an appointment"
We flushin' roaches down the toilet
She suck my soul, say she enjoy it
I was young, I had to make them choices
**** was fucked up, hearin' voices
But these days, I'm livin' with no regrets
'Cause I roll with shooters everywhere that I be in
Fuck the bullshit, in real life, I got respect
I was in the playground sellin' Addies at recess
And these **** don't know 'bout this life
I got **** on the block right now tryna earn some stripes
Got a stripper bitch and she geeked for the pipe
I told that ho, "Bring a friend 'cause I don't got a type"
[Chorus]
I know what you don't
When I'm high, I float
Barely conscious, cash stacked high
I done found love in this foreign ride
Call 911, she ridin' for me in the SRT, you can certainly leave me alone
She wan' fuck, but I ain't know this whore fell in love
But I say, "Why ain't you dyin' for me? If I give you the gun, you should kill 'em for me"
Dump the clip at them **** and peel out with me
Pour me up to the brim, baby, spill out with me
Written by: Danny Jerome Jenrette, Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr., David Wallace, Francisco Jose Gaulter de Vasconcelos Baptista, Nicola Kollar, Tywonn Within, michael romito