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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Songwriter
Eduardo Earle
Eduardo Earle
Songwriter
William Moore
William Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
!llmind
!llmind
Co-Producer
Seth Firkins
Seth Firkins
Mixing Engineer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Mixing Engineer
DJ ESCO
DJ ESCO
Mixing Engineer
Mike Synphony
Mike Synphony
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Phillip Cromwell
Phillip Cromwell
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Bought a drop top Porsche, about to cut the top off Trappin' is a sport young nigga get ya knocked off Hol' up Turbo switchin' lanes, Hublot switch your watch Trappin' switch the spots, when you're runnin' hot Feet on the gas, trappin' dem bags Run up a sack and never look back Shorty got miles on her, I'm about to spaz in it I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast I secure the bag first, I'm ready to boast I secure the bag first, I'm full of that dope Court side with a mink Pee Wee Kirkland on the scene Five karats, wear the link Both hands full of ink Money drying in your hand Wrap the bail in Saran My yellow bitch want a tan I just landed from Japan Tokyo and Korea Panamera to the lear Yellow metal with the gold Fishscale with these hoes Mossberg, I'm drinkin' mud Put a hit out on a dud Bought my lil' nigga 12 slugs Just to shine bright when he rub I just bailed out ol' Buice 20 pills goin' hyphy Oh you lookin' real icy Boy you know you nothin' like me Turbo switchin' lanes, Hublot switch your watch Trappin' switch the spots, when you're runnin' hot Feet on the gas, trappin' dem bags Run up a sack and never look back Shorty got miles on her, I'm about to spaz in it I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast I gave her the raw lean They sound like my offsprings Nitro gasoline Bought some more money machines Bring out a brand new machine I bought a whole lot of bling Treat me like Weezy and Baby Treat me like Mannie and Turky I went to juvie with work on me I had to cop it and purchase I put more ice on the day today Rockin' these prezzies and Cartier I got it and flooded the plain Jane I made my young niggas insane Crunchin' dem Xans up and then drink Get you a Draco and then crank it Saudi Arabian, Ben Franklin Leave it to me they would've been stained 'em Saditty in back, we done got acquainted You see the dash they gotta see me I ran it up fast, they can't see me I went surfin' with you I buy them Birkins for you I go to surgery with you Turbo switchin' lanes, Hublot switch your watch Trappin' switch the spots, when you're runnin' hot Feet on the gas, trappin' dem bags Run up a sack and never look back Shorty got miles on her, I'm about to spaz in it I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast Ah, Shit! Got it all back, baby God damn, welcome to Cap City Records internet podcast, baby, where we make dreams come true The first five callers that call in right now, man, we gone have you the rapper starter kit. Oh my god! It comes with the Cap City contract, which is a 12 album, nine year deal. We gone take some calls; the boards lightin' up right now. Look, take a call. Caller? Yeah, that deal; we need that! Yeah, we need that Yeah, we need that shit, dat way! nigga, yeah! (Gunshot and and assault rifle sounds) This way, nigga! Yeah! We need that deal, nigga What? What you say, young man? I keep it on me! Hold on, fella! (Gunshot and assault rifle sounds) I'm sayin'; I can't hear you Is there a shoot out? What's goin' on, young fella? Lil' Draco in this bitch! Lil' Extendo in this bitch! (Gunshots) You just won a Cap City Records contract, man Listen here, baby Lil' Draco! Lil' Extendo! Congratulations, baby; y'all won Yeah, nigga, yeah Cap City Six months, man we got that shit 12 albums, man we got that shit I'm finna shoot everything up (Gunshots) We need that!
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Ramon Jr. Ibanga, Joshua Howard Luellen, Eduardo Earle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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