More songs by NLE Choppa
Description
Producer: Sean Momberger
Producer: illMaestro
Mixer, Recorded By: Aaron Mattes
Co- Producer: NLE Choppa
Vocals: NLE Choppa
Masterer: Tiernan Cranny
Writer: Bryson Potts
Writer: Sean Momberger
Writer: illMaestro
Writer: A. Harris
Writer: M. Ambrosius
Writer: N. Stewart
Writer: G. Levert
Writer: J. Little III
Writer: E. Nicholas
Lyrics and translation
Original
Type of shit you gotta burn some— some— some
Probably some scent on some candles too and just let that shit ride
Know what I'm sayin'?
Real vibes
Late night cruisin'
Going somewhere on the E-way
It go like this, mm
Poppin' champagne, but it was Roxies, yeah
Sentence him, was on the judge docket, man
Grandma prayed for me in her doctrine, damn
She thought grandbaby wasn't gon' make it probably, yeah
From the streets, my bitch from the tropics
I don't understand nothin' 'til she call me papi
Dead end, found the light, now them niggas poppin'
Couple dead friends, I survived, but it's hauntin' me
Past trauma tend to hinder what's goin' on in front of me
Tryna transform a sting from a bumblebee
Sink into my lows and my highs humble me
Choosin' hoes over wives had my soul runnin' tired
Made me cum, but when I need you, you ain't come for me
Overextended my arms, but you ain't in my reach
Rollin' in peace, used to roll in the deep
VIP only me, man, the top is lonely
Everybody got a smiley face
Everybody say it's all love that I hate
Everybody wanna be everybody else
Man, who the fuck 'round here wanna be theyself?
Damn, yeah, ayy
And when they need help, who they gon' call on?
When they all good, they don't call my phone
Expectations that they put upon me
The reason why they can't appreciate me in the moment
When I'm gone, who they gon' call on?
Steady sayin' that I'm alright when it's all wrong
My cut off game stronger than a punch from Chrisean Rock
I can't have no built up tension, yeah
I'm tryna get you away, when I snap, it ain't okay
Might land me in the penitentiary, yeah
I'm out here walkin' on thin ice
Heatin' up, it might melt if I don't step right, yeah
So my head tied on tight
Thinkin' logical, mind in a different altitude
Longevity what I pursue
I can't fall short 'cause I ain't thinkin' short term
I ain't thinkin' 'bout my bank account
I'm thinkin' 'bout my grandkids' bank account amount
Just off the shit that I earned, yeah
Nothin' promised in this life is what I learned
But broken promises made my promise land
Sold me dreams when my reality was burned
Detours ain't burn my gas, it made a man
Amen, all praise, uh-huh
(What they gon' do, Chop?)
And when they need help, who they gon' call on?
When they all good, they don't call my phone
Expectations that they put upon me
The reason why they can't appreciate me in the moment
When I'm gone, who they gon' call on?
Steady sayin' that I'm alright when it's all wrong
When I'm gone, who they gon' call on?
When I'm gone, who they gon' call on?
I'm a breath of fresh air, she say that I'm bittersweet
Self-love equals peace after you subtract me
Out your life, additionally add Jesus in it too
'Cause you need him, Father God, you need him too
Tryna paint pictures vividly, X-in' out your enemies
Told you who your friends is, they ain't nothin' but frenemies
You gon' still find a way to make me the villain
You actin' childish, I told you to have my children
Don't wanna leave 'cause you picture me rollin' and winnin'
Tolerate me 'cause you know my Christmases hit different
Thanksgiving, you know that I keep you stuffed
When TSA gave you troubles, thought them PJs was enough
I want you good, I ain't fuck up your pH, yeah
Thumb to your pussy, lips to your pussy
For shizzle, my nizzle, I made you cum like I said your name, yeah
When I call on you now, I get the voicemail
When you call on me now, you say your butt dialed
Where that pussy as fat as in your back pocket? Damn
You already changed shit up now
When I'm gone, who she gon' call on?
Haha, mm, 'cause I'm already long gone
You won't be able to reach me no more, baby
When I'm gone, who she gon' call on?
Gimme some of that