Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Pasta
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Pasta
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Pasta
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
How you been and where you plannin' to go
I been tryna lock in, so I been cuttin off these hoes
They can't get a text from me, too busy runnin' up this dough
This bitch was fuckin' with my legacy
I'm supposed to be the GOAT
But I can't put the blame on them, I swear to God I do the most
But I just say they female friends, my female friends said I got a hoes
I don't pay them any mind, I try that shit they let me broke
They keep on askin' did I hit her back, I told my **** no
I decide if that bitch bad, she do OF she hit the road
And if you give a fuck, then give it up like bitch, I'm in my zone
Jay come with me everywhere and Henny step with provolone
And she can tell you what she want but she know this her favorite song
She say when we turn those speakers up we fuckin' all night long
This pussy mad, I took his bitch like beaver, go and pick a bone
Fuck a bone, she tell me what you did I'll put one in your dome
How you really been cause I'm up and I see you all alone
If you really pressed, let's talk it out like buddy, hit my phone
Nevermind, it's DTB I don't text back, I thought that's known
It's just me, her, and the gang we goin' up, we on our own
Me and Jay fly out of MCO ain't takin' out no loan
How you been and where you plannin' to go
I been tryna lock in, so I been cuttin off these hoes
They can't get a text from me, too busy runnin' up this dough
This bitch was fuckin' with my legacy
I'm supposed to be the GOAT
But I can't put the blame on them, I swear to God I do the most
But I just say they female friends, my female friends said I got a hoes
I don't pay them any mind, I try that shit they let me broke
They keep on askin' did I hit her back, I told my **** no
Yeah, me and my gang stay mobile, we been movin' with them poles
Them bitches drop just like satin, grim reaper, baby, you can't see me at night
Yeah, wow, I don't fuck with your friends, lil' baby, I don't make amends
Tell the world that I would ride for you
17 shots, yeah, I think I'd die for you
Lookin' like savage, lil' baby, I'd cry for you
But I know you don't need me now
Which one you want, smoke you want, the switches or the backwoods
I'm just tryna fuck you, I just wanna fuck you
The perky's saved my love man, the perky's saved my love man
How you been and where you plannin' to go
I been tryna lock in, so I been cuttin off these hoes
They can't get a text from me, too busy runnin' up this dough
This bitch was fuckin' with my legacy
I'm supposed to be the GOAT
But I can't put the blame on them, I swear to God I do the most
But I just say they female friends, my female friends said I got a hoes
I don't pay them any mind, I try that shit they let me broke
They keep on askin' did I hit her back, I told my **** no
Written by: Owen Piasta
