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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deundraeus Portis
Deundraeus Portis
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer
Bryan Anzel
Bryan Anzel
Recording Engineer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
Producer

Lyrics

(Twysted Genius, baby) ow, ow Ow (woo), ow (brrt) Hello? What you talkin' 'bout? Who dis? (Zaytoven) Uh (whoa) That bitch said I'm gifted, she gave me a stiffy, I'm fuckin' that ho for the low Talkin' 'bout bitches, you know I got plenty, yes, I'm the real Baby Pluto I just be gettin' the Benji's, they mad that I'm winnin', I'm getting 500 a show Met her at Lenox and took her to Filson and bought everything in the store (let's go) Yeah, she suckin' my dick, and I'm fuckin' her kitten You think that I'm kidding, this shit not a riddle Home run, I'm not missin', the VVS hittin' (whoa) My neck CD disk, my pockets, they fatter than Missy Hold on, smokin' on gas, get your roll on .30, hang out the clip, bitch, it's so long (grrah) Opp was on the hit list, that's no longer I need a million if I do the show long (yeah) I popped some X, so I probably can prolong (whoa) I popped a Perc' so I probably could go longer (yeah) GTO faster than your little slow Charger (skrrt) That's a Camaro, nigga, that's that no Charger Bitch, I'm plugged into the wall like a phone charger That pussy bald, I can't fuck if it's mohawk (hmm) And talk to my Billy, that nigga, he so Harlem Runnin' the game, I almost knocked my toe off (whoa) Every time I pop out know I gotta show off Pull out that TEC, and it probably got power (brrah) Nowadays, you will not see me on no blogs I'm rockin' Louis V right with some Goyard (yeah) I'm pourin' lean in the motherfuckin' Styrofoam (yeah) I drink it fast, but it turn to a slower (yeah) I'm tryna take all of these bitches clothes off (yeah) Act like I like y'all but I don't even know ya Uh, that bitch said I'm gifted, she gave me a stiffy, I'm fuckin' that ho for the low (whoa) Talkin' 'bout bitches, you know I got plenty (wow), yes, I'm the real Baby Pluto (whoa) I just be gettin' the Benji's, they mad that I'm winnin', I'm getting 500 a show (a show) Met her at Lenox and took her to Filson and bought everything in the store (yes, sir) Whoa, she suckin' my dick, and I'm fuckin' her kitten (whoa) You think that I'm kidding, this shit not a riddle Home run, I'm not missin', the VVS hittin' (whoa) My neck CD disk, my pockets, they fatter than Missy Yes, I'm the real Baby Pluto They mad that I'm winnin', I'm getting 500 a show Yeah, that bitch say I'm gifted and gave me a stiffy, I'm fuckin' that ho for the low (yeah), yeah You talkin' 'bout bitches, you know I got plenty, make a movie like De Niro, yeah I'm gettin' so busy, I'm futuristic every city I go, yeah Met her at Filson, flew her to Paris and bought everything out the store (whoa), yeah I'm in a coupe with a cougar Shooters on shooters on shooters on shooters on shooters I got exotics, exotics, exotics and thotties on thotties, they goin' berserk Pounds in the trap, yeah, we movin' 'em, you got a bad lil' bitch and we usin' her Trap on the low but I bought your whore Diamonds on froze, I'm 30 below Sippin' on mud like a addict Your bitch fuckin' me like a king, yeah Came in this motherfucker, ball on these bitches, big hook, call me Kareem I got a bad bitch bettin' on green I just got a bad, bad bitch, tell the team Give me some top in the drop on a bean Hit the turbo, the car do the Billie Jean We got Coco Chanel, you know damn well these bitches comatose, yeah I'ma swag on bitches, I walk down shit, I damn near broke my toe, yeah I'm sippin' on syrup, I'm fuckin' your girl, I told her to ride it slow I put a shop in the tall Lambo' Turn San Regis to a bando Hit my jump shot, I'm not missin', bitch, I'm glistenin', yeah, yeah Bitch got that bald head, pussy with the mohawk 'cross the top, I'm 'bout to peel Bitch got a bald head, pussy with the mohawk 'cross the top, I'm 'bout to slay her Fuck my bitch, I fuck her friends, I don't care, play it fair Yeah, that bitch said I'm gifted and gave me a stiffy, I'm fuckin' that ho for the low, yeah Talkin' 'bout bitches, you know I got plenty, yes, I'm the real Baby Pluto, yeah I'm gettin' so busy, I'm futuristic every city I go I just be gettin' the Benji's, they mad that I'm winnin', I'm getting 500 a show Yeah, she suckin' my dick, and I'm fuckin' her kitten (whoa) You think that I'm kidding, this shit not a riddle Home run, I'm not missin', the VVS hittin' (whoa) My neck CD disk, my pockets, they fatter than Missy Yes, I'm the real Baby Pluto They mad that I'm winnin', I'm getting 500 a show
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Xavier Dotson, Symere Woods, Deundraeus Portis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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