Lyrics: Sebastian Shee
Music: Nikolas Havel
No more parties in LA
Stacking damage, no I don’t play
To the top, I won’t stay
Told her to go, bitch go away
I got her on the way, told the other this no game
Too many lies, in my brain
So where is the gain, took me some time to understand
Choose my main, that’s octane, it’s keep me running, feel it in my veins
With that body, she a 10
And her mind, real one
keeps that smile on my face ugh
Big vibes on my set uh
Dancing like Michel Jackson hah
Got some chains on my neck
Oh nah
She really mad
Later her go, now she sad
Oh my bad, nah still don’t care
To the top, in Moncler
Now it’s clear, pulling up
No more parties in LA
Stacking damage, no I don’t play
To the top, I won’t stay
Told her to go, bitch go away
I got her on the way, told the other this no game
Too many lies, in my brain
To the spot, tell me what you got, tell me what you got
Tell em what you got, when you pull up to the spot
To the spot, tell em what you got, tell em what you got
To the spot
Back up, 1 up, 2 up, Felling like Mario when I sway in that kart hahq
Can’t even be mad, don’t need to drop no names, when I say this,
it’s lot of coke in theirs heads, thinking they can go famous
Enough of that
We stay pushing, lifting, and all of that, weights get heavy but my pre is kicking
Cannot stop my skin is itching, c4 and ghost got it hitting
All of my past is coming to end, on a good way getting that bred
Back up now, let’s talk about that
No more parties in LA
Stacking damage, no I don’t play
To the top, I won’t stay
Told her to go, bitch go away
I got her on the way, told the other this no game
Too many lies, in my brain