Released: November 1, 2015
Songwriter: Digital Nas BOY FROOT Lil Peep
Producer: Digital Nas
[Intro: BOY FROOT]
BOY FROOT, BOY FROOT
Yeah, Lil Peep, Lil Peep, bitch
Yeah
[Chorus: BOY FROOT]
3 hunna glo shit, don't text my phone, bitch
I'm just tryna smoke, finna cop me an O quick
3 hunna glo shit, don't text my phone, bitch
I'm just tryna smoke, finna cop me an O quick
I'm finna cop me an O right quick
[Verse 1: BOY FROOT]
Pull up to the plug's, I'm a thug, body in a rug
In my trunk while it bump, bitch, I got designer drugs
I'm up with Lil Peep, we out on the creep
Bitch it's BOY FROOT, I know where you sleep
If you girl's cute, take her back to my crib
I ain't gon' shoot, but I still kill you, snitch
I got the switch, in my right fist
Glow like a light and I'm stealin' your bitch
I got no feelings, I can't feel nothin'
High as the ceilin', I don't know where I am
High as the ceilin', I don't know where I am
High as the ceilin', I don't know where I am
Goth shawty in the club
Bitch I'm turnin' up
[Verse 2: Lil Peep]
I'm high as the ceilin', don't know where I am
Jump off a building, I'll fly if I can
She said I always get high if I can
I said I like you, can I be your friend?
Then she told me I'm glowin'
She told me I'm glowin' like I didn't know it already
She fuck with me heavy
She think I'm a poet, I think she a stripper
But fuck it, we makin' are fetti
I do what they wouldn't let me
Skoo do da doo out the semi
What should I do if they get me?
Pull out my strap and go out like they do in the movies
I'm shooting at jakes, shoot your bitch right in the face
Sprayin' at your bitch 'til she spray
I want the money today
I keep it real while you fake
That's why I'm great
[Bridge: Lil Peep]
Leave me alone, bitch
I'm just tryna smoke quick
Back of the club glowin' up with your ho shit
Keep that fuckin' ho shit
Out my fuckin' zone, bitch
I'm Lil Peep, that's BOY FROOT
You a fuckin' clone, bitch
[Chorus: BOY FROOT]
3 hunna glo shit, don't text my phone, bitch
I'm just tryna smoke, finna cop me an O quick
3 hunna glo shit, don't text my phone, bitch
I'm just tryna smoke, finna cop me an O quick
3 hunna glo shit, don't text my phone, bitch
I'm just tryna smoke, finna cop me an O quick
3 hunna glo shit, don't text my phone, bitch
I'm just tryna smoke, finna cop me an O quick
BOY FROOT, BOY FROOT
Yeah, Lil Peep, Lil Peep, bitch
Yeah
[Chorus: BOY FROOT]
3 hunna glo shit, don't text my phone, bitch
I'm just tryna smoke, finna cop me an O quick
3 hunna glo shit, don't text my phone, bitch
I'm just tryna smoke, finna cop me an O quick
I'm finna cop me an O right quick
[Verse 1: BOY FROOT]
Pull up to the plug's, I'm a thug, body in a rug
In my trunk while it bump, bitch, I got designer drugs
I'm up with Lil Peep, we out on the creep
Bitch it's BOY FROOT, I know where you sleep
If you girl's cute, take her back to my crib
I ain't gon' shoot, but I still kill you, snitch
I got the switch, in my right fist
Glow like a light and I'm stealin' your bitch
I got no feelings, I can't feel nothin'
High as the ceilin', I don't know where I am
High as the ceilin', I don't know where I am
High as the ceilin', I don't know where I am
Goth shawty in the club
Bitch I'm turnin' up
[Verse 2: Lil Peep]
I'm high as the ceilin', don't know where I am
Jump off a building, I'll fly if I can
She said I always get high if I can
I said I like you, can I be your friend?
Then she told me I'm glowin'
She told me I'm glowin' like I didn't know it already
She fuck with me heavy
She think I'm a poet, I think she a stripper
But fuck it, we makin' are fetti
I do what they wouldn't let me
Skoo do da doo out the semi
What should I do if they get me?
Pull out my strap and go out like they do in the movies
I'm shooting at jakes, shoot your bitch right in the face
Sprayin' at your bitch 'til she spray
I want the money today
I keep it real while you fake
That's why I'm great
[Bridge: Lil Peep]
Leave me alone, bitch
I'm just tryna smoke quick
Back of the club glowin' up with your ho shit
Keep that fuckin' ho shit
Out my fuckin' zone, bitch
I'm Lil Peep, that's BOY FROOT
You a fuckin' clone, bitch
[Chorus: BOY FROOT]
3 hunna glo shit, don't text my phone, bitch
I'm just tryna smoke, finna cop me an O quick
3 hunna glo shit, don't text my phone, bitch
I'm just tryna smoke, finna cop me an O quick
3 hunna glo shit, don't text my phone, bitch
I'm just tryna smoke, finna cop me an O quick
3 hunna glo shit, don't text my phone, bitch
I'm just tryna smoke, finna cop me an O quick