Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Yodje
Künstler:in
Alan Nuñez Marshall
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Alan Nuñez Marshall
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Logikx
Produzent:in
Logan Lostroh
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Lyrics
Yeah, yuh yuh
Off the lean, I can't hear nothin, boy
I'm too gone
Yeah, I got the lean and codeine in my system
Came up equipped with a whole fuckin' missile
Do what you must but know I got my pistol
Sayin' you tough? Boy, you got an issue?
Cartier lenses, I'm seein' it clear
Big racks in my pocket, your check in my rear
Pull up with my stick and yo ass disappear
Ion give two fucks, I ain't shedding a tear
Yeah, uh, too gone, I can't hear you talk
Cartier lenses block the fake when I walk
Got the lean in my cup, keep the pistol near
Pull up with my stick, and I'll make you disappear
Yeah, I'll make you disappear
Huh, two cups
Yeah, I'm feeling like a king
Shawty in my ear, talking bout she want a ring
Told her, take a lap
We're just living for the night
Diamonds on me hitting, yeah they flashing like a light
Money on the floor, I can't hear what they say
Moving through the crowd, I'm just counting what I made
Bad lil' shawty, yeah, she all about the cash
Say she independent, but she love a Birkin bag
We don't talk much, but the vibe too real
Sippin' on this purple, I don't care how they feel
Double cup dirty, but my
Fit stay clean
Movin' through the city, I'm a
Legend unseen
Lean in my cup, I'm a beast like Kodiak
Shawty ridin' with me, told her, "Don't look back."
Diamonds in my chain, yeah, they shining like a plaque
Runnin' up these racks, I ain't never keepin' track
Big body Benz, yeah I'm cruising, that's a fact
Shawty love my style, tried to get her off my back
Don't know if you ride, we ain't ever keeping track
Money coming fast, yeah its feeling like a hack
Like a Hack
Yeah, yuh yuh
Off the lean, I can't hear nothin, boy
I'm too gone
Yeah, I got the lean and codeine in my system
Came up equipped with a whole fuckin' missile
Do what you must but know I got my pistol
Sayin' you tough? Boy, you got an issue?
Cartier lenses, I'm seein' it clear
Big racks in my pocket, your check in my rear
Pull up with my stick and yo ass disappear
Ion give two fucks, I ain't shedding a tear
Yeah, uh, too gone, I can't hear you talk
Cartier lenses block the fake when I walk
Got the lean in my cup, keep the pistol near
Pull up with my stick, and I'll make you disappear
Yeah, I'll make you disappear
Written by: Alan Nuñez Marshall