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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Willie Jerome Byrd
Willie Jerome Byrd
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will A Fool
Will A Fool
Producer
Mike Roett
Mike Roett
Assistant Engineer
Ryan "Ronson" Coplan
Ryan "Ronson" Coplan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I got the Rollie from outta the shoebox I brought 'em back out I just got through from smashin' on two em I blew they back out I'm on a pill, ridin' my top off I got that Mac out I got a four and half of white I'm in a crack house You ain't never had to on no caper You don't know them licks 'bout Finesse the same nigga three times Then had to take the plug out I took the same pill three times I feel like I took off This my young nigga that grew up in the warzone He tryna take care his own family, they puttin' a lot on 'em I'm in Fendi, but my bitch, she from the island It's extended because these niggas they been eyein', yeah, yeah Before we admit it, we will get acquitted, yeah, yeah They gonna pull up on my best days, got a pocket full of racks I got Mariam, I got Kida, that's my fourth and fifth bitch They been ridin' with me from the beginnin' when I started this shit I been lyin' to 'em from the beginnin', and it's hard for me to quit I got the Rollie from outta the shoebox I brought 'em back out I just got through from smashin' on two em I blew they back out I'm on a pill, ridin' my top off I got that Mac out I got a four and half of white I'm in a crack house You ain't never had to on no caper You don't know them licks 'bout Finesse the same nigga three times Then had to take the plug out I took the same pill three times I feel like I took off This my young nigga that grew up in the warzone My young nigga don't smoke on swishers But he got a Swiss account They tried to sue the kid on battery Had to switch accounts We gon' turn this shit to a murder scene Fuck what they think about it I clean my jewellery off with the Listerine I done made it up I put my fat stacks and some 1010s at my granny house We go and start a fire up anywhere like Boy Scouts Sonny told me go hard so went I caught the Lamborghini truck That was after, I copped the Maybach That was after, I copped the Rolls Royce Got a 458 Spider, matte black Shouts out to the red one We had to black migo run and then the feds come Went threw the black Migo money when platinum was 21 We turn a money fight in the club Nigga, to a thunderstorm I done got tired throwin in the air now, throwin' under arm I should just bust out and Started cryin' from all this jewellery on I still can't believe that's me when I turn the TV on How I'm gon' give up on me, I came out the murder zone, yeah I got the Rollie from outta the shoebox I brought 'em back out I just got through from smashin' on two em I blew they back out I'm on a pill, ridin' my top off I got that Mac out I got a four and half of white I'm in a crack house You ain't never had to on no caper, You don't know them licks 'bout Finesse the same nigga three times, Then had to take the plug out I took the same pill three times, I feel like I took off This my young nigga that grew up in the warzone We had to black migo run and then the feds come We threw the black Migo money when platinum was 21 We turn a money fight in the club nigga to a thunderstorm I done got tired throwin it in the air, now im throwin' under arm I should just bust out, started cryin' from all this jewellery on
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Willie Jerome Byrd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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