Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Yung Drippy
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ben Nkwantah
Songwriter:in
Jenssen Morales
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Yung Drippy
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
Yeah
I've been running out of time
Grab the cut, pour the line
I just hope you know I'm trying
Baby girl you're so fine
I'm was coming through and you was leaving out and I dropped you like a dime
Out in Cabo with your girlfriends and you sipping on some wine
But I was sipping on some Triss
I was tweaking with a bitch
On the block selling bricks
You really wanna live like this?
To uncle Bobo and uncle Valley, I missed you ever since
And I wash all my sins away and I won't forget to rinse
I wash all my sins away, I won't forget to rinse em
My grandma, she told me, "little baby, you handsome"
And my brodie got life in jail, man I swear to god I really miss em
Feds came through and they blitzed em
It'll all be better if I kiss you girl
I just wanna kiss
Sipping wock, I don't want Triss
I don't wanna be sounding like this
Whole gang surrounded by sticks, yeah
And baby I don't gotta have rizz, I just take you out to Ruth Chris, no
Imma tell it to you like it is, it'll all be good if I
Grab your waistline
Put you by my side, or I'll pull you like a tide
But you're down for the ride
Put you in flower settings, break through the ceilings, give me all your feelings
We ain't got limits, especially my women, tell me how you living
Baby i don't need to boast
I just make this toast
Pull you through the ropes
Baby you know how it does
For G Dot and C-Drop, baby let's get rich
For the day ones, the real ones, gotta get through the shit, yeah
Written by: Ben Nkwantah, Jenssen Morales