Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Masai Mason
Songwriter:in
Thomas Pellizzari
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Thomas John Hall
Ingenieur:in
Ander
Produzent:in
Lyrics
I'll be getting drunk
In the back of the club
Yeah, booted off of drugs
Trynna find me some love
Where the fucking members at?
Gotta throw up the dub
Get the fuck from outside
N get you ass in club
Pour the drank it got me slowed down
Man my cup it got a thousand flavors
All these bitches gotta couple flavors
Bnb n we ain't got no neighbors
How I cover all my rocks?
Paper
Meezy how you cut that hoe off?
Scissors
Take the za n the i roll up
Gas
Then disappear don't feel like smoking w ****
Don't know if you snake or lizard
Don't know if you are real or fake
Caught me I was feeling low
Yeah I'm back on my shit now I'm doing real great
Take a bad bitch to eat at wherever
She got calamari on her face
She been swalalalalala man I thought it was your bae?
It ain't my fault that your bitch in my whip
But she ain't coming back cause we just ran from the pigs
(We just ran from the oinks, 12)
I'll be getting drunk
In the back of the club
Yeah, booted off of drugs
Trynna find me some love
Where the fucking members at?
Gotta throw up the dub
Get the fuck from outside
N get you ass in club
Written by: Masai Mason, Thomas Pellizzari