Ayy, I feel like Travis Barker, tatted up Head to toe (Head to toe) Relajando with this bih from Mexico (Mexico) Back then I couldn't even switch my clothes (No) Now I got shit you never seen (Yeah) , in my wardrobe
I put her in Chanel for her birthday (For her birthday) I swear to God I need you in the worst way (In the worst way) Yeah, and she don't ever act fake (Don't ever act fake) She keep it realer than my brothers That's a damn shame (Shame)
Yeah, I can't еven trust a soul (A soul) I don't even trust mysеlf, so fuck everyone else I thought I was better off on my own (My own) But you good for my health, I don't need nobody else They see me hoppin' out a car (Out a car) There go a star (There go a star) I'm with my niggas and they strapped up like some guards She get paranoid, every time that we apart She think that I'm cheatin', no, I wouldn't break your heart I only love you and my rackies (Rackies) She's such a freak, suck my dick inside the backseat (Yeah) Yeah, that's just my type (Just my type) I hope we die at the same fuckin' time (Time)
Ayy, I feel like Travis Barker, tatted up Head to toe (Head to toe) Relajando with this bih from Mexico (Mexico) Back then I couldn't even switch my clothes (No) Now I got shit you never seen (Yeah) , in my wardrobe
I put her in Chanel for her birthday (For her birthday) I swear to God, I need you In the worst way (In the worst way) Yeah, and she don't ever act fake She keep it realer than my brothers, that's a damn shame
Compositores: Jazz Ishmael Butler (Lil Tracy), Mark Robert Jr Anderson ECAD: Obra #38386992