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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Programming
Marzeratti
Marzeratti
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Marquel Middlebrooks
Marquel Middlebrooks
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Michael Williams
Michael Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
Steve “The Sauce” Hybicki
Mixing Engineer
Troy Ashford
Troy Ashford
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Gentuar Memishi
Gentuar Memishi
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Marzeratti
Marzeratti
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (EarDrummers) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, mix the Act' in the store Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, sippin' lean at the store (Mike WiLL, Mike WiLL) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, sippin' stain at the store Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor Barkin', I put that knife on your throat Torture, I'ma set fire to that ho Walk in designer, head down to the toe Name the strip club, I throw it Hittin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T. Smashin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T. Feelin' like an igloo now Goons ready to hit you now (boat) Bring the big F out the house Let them fuck niggas know who really get foul Four hundred thousand right now (right now) Four hundred thousand on me right now (yeah) Pull up on the scene, tryna hit it right now I wrap the Bentley in snow (yeah) Pull up at the house, she waitin' outside, the lil' bitch is ready to go Got a Sig Sauer, it's brown like boot It's still my brother, that nigga the truth, nigga the truth 25 thousand for eight of my teeth Three thousand dollars for each every tooth In too close, pull back the top, shoot out the roof (Brrt), go poof I'ma start puttin' these bitches on MARTA I'ma stop puttin' broke hoes on charters Brother too muddy, he been through too much If you standin' and talkin', might black out the water I was 20 years old with six different whips Perfect good health, but bought ten different scripts (woo) Dawg, it's cheaper to boot her out When niggas be flexin', nah, this ain't the same Promise it's more for my shit plain Niggas ain't P's, be lookin' like change Don't you forget who showed you more Showed you the life and you thought it was strange Had the driver pick your ass up from LaGrange In a black Range, I forgot bad hoes could be lame Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor (hoo) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (hoo) Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor (hoo) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (woo) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, mix the Act' in the store Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, sippin' lean at the store Pardon me, I'm 'bout to shit on this beat Pardon me, I just went crazy on a freak Pardon me, I cook that bon appétit Pardon me, I bought Chanel for ten G's Just for the pills and my syrup and my weed Pull out that Lam', I got somewhere to be I'm on that, she like Hit from the back and go deep and go I'm on that, she on that We on that, they on that Crocodile spillin' all over the burp Bought her a Birk', could've went bought a vert Sippin' on syrup got my cup turnin' purp' Pardon me, I got my side bitch on fleek Swiped out the AP and bought the Philippe Baguettes on her ankle, she walk so elite Flex double C's and she with them big B's Double my cup, man, I'm gone on that E VVS cut, she done turned to a freak Drivin' the Rolls and I came out on a key Play with that drum like I'm Tommy Lee Count up that money, I might just OD I took the opp, ride her free, charge a fee Me and Lil Yachty done caught us his thottie Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, sippin' stain at the store Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor Barkin', I put that knife on your throat Torture, I'ma set fire to that ho Walk in designer, head down to the toe Name the strip club, I throw it Hittin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T. Smashin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T. Feelin' like an igloo now Goons ready to hit you now
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Michael Len Ii Williams, Miles Parks Mccollum, Marquelle Middlebrooks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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