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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Vocals
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
S. Gaudes
S. Gaudes
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Daniele Gagliardi
Daniele Gagliardi
Songwriter
David Jordan Ortiz
David Jordan Ortiz
Songwriter
Dilara Sincer
Dilara Sincer
Songwriter
Jeremiah Raisen
Jeremiah Raisen
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Songwriter
Richard Ortiz
Richard Ortiz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
F1lthy
F1lthy
Producer
Oogie Mane
Oogie Mane
Co-Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Co-Producer
Sad Pony
Sad Pony
Co-Producer
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Co-Producer
Klimperboy
Klimperboy
Additional Producer
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Greg Moffet
Greg Moffet
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Les "Bates" Bateman
Les "Bates" Bateman
Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Danno
Danno
Additional Producer
Dilara
Dilara
Additional Producer
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Wake up, F1LTHY) Yeah We ain't even out in Turks, she finna take sand Ridin' 'round with F&N, we like to hold hands (Oogie Mane he killed it) Boat was too sipped out, he ain't leave the bed Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon' moped it My dawg, he don't smoke on shit, unless it's unleaded I don't back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it See me when you see me, if it's smoke, dawg, you're unleashy Thick Moroccan bitch, this my fav', I'ma go on and beat it Lookin' in the mirror, kiss my face, I'm too conceited Send a girl home, call another, dawg, I'm too slime She ain't wanna eat it on her first day, it's haram I don't fuck with drugs, poppin' X for the first time That shit kicked in, like a two-time world champ Booted up, that shit hit up and down, like a skate-ramp She vapin' in my room, that shit lit up like a glow-lamp Who want smoke? Okay, cool, let's they whole camp Big shit popper, we the ones to get your shirt damp Niggas try to take a nigga spot, now it's too cramped Up, 8:00 a.m., geekin' hard, I'm a real vamp These niggas got me fucked up, dawg, I'm too amped Mmm-mmm, make this bitch lick me like a mail stamp Mmm-mmm, strapped up, fuck it, I'ma die lit Too slime, posted at the crib in a snake pit Every time I tell you how I feel, I don't fake shit Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr (bih) Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, okay Everybody got a stick, we don't run fades We ain't even out in Turks, she finna take sand Ridin' 'round with F&N, we like to hold hands (Oogie Mane he killed it) Boat was too sipped out, he ain't leave the bed Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon' moped it My dawg, he don't smoke on shit, unless it's unleaded I don't back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it See me when you see me, if it's smoke, dawg, you're unleashy
Writer(s): Simon Gaudes, Aubrey Graham, Jeremiah Raisen, Jordan Ortiz, Richard Ortiz, Miles Parks Mccollum, Daniele Gagliardi, Tim Grominger, Noah James Shebib Jr., G. Sincer, Kevin Grominger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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