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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Slim Jxmmi
Slim Jxmmi
Vocals
Swae Lee
Swae Lee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaquil Brown
Aaquil Brown
Songwriter
Armel Potter
Armel Potter
Songwriter
Jackson Carroll
Jackson Carroll
Songwriter
Khalif Brown
Khalif Brown
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Othello Houston
Othello Houston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaxx
Jaxx
Producer
Otxhello
Otxhello
Producer
Darryle "Rell" Gayle
Darryle "Rell" Gayle
Recording Engineer
Randy Lanphear
Randy Lanphear
Recording Engineer
Maddox "MaddMix" Chhim
Maddox "MaddMix" Chhim
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
David Bone
Mastering Engineer
D. Gayle
D. Gayle
Recording Engineer

Songtexte

Yeah Hey Shit, make it rain Activate, activate, activate, activate Only smokin' gas and a nigga call it elevate (only smokin' gas) Only ridin' foreign engines, nigga 'cause I graduated (yeah) I put bad bitches with bad bitches call it match-makin' I'm like a movie star without the role play (role play) I remember back in the old days (back in the old days) I don't got no heart, I need X-rays (X-rays) I'm not normal no more Fly her out to skyami, she activated I gave her a Zanny, she was activated I'm tryna sing off her panties, she gettin' activated, ah Take her to the Webster, let her get activated, yeah Put her on a schedule, now she activated, yeah Let her fuck these racks up, fuck the calculation I bet she jump inside this coupe, she gon' get activated 8-inch heels, Jimmi Choos, shawty activated I get in mood if I can choose and say she activated Had to switch positions like a 6-speed Top of the Mondrian, we gettin' privacy Look like a strip club in my hotel suite Got empty bottles and models, my heart empty Swear she hit the lotto the day she met me I'm higher than a sky scraper, I don't want no more Told her, play with her vibrator, I don't want her no more Got a bad bitch on a bad bitch that's rival Activate, activate, activate, activate Only smokin' gas and a nigga call it elevate (only smokin' gas) Only ridin' foreign engines, nigga 'cause I graduated (yeah) I put bad bitches with bad bitches call it match-makin' I'm like a movie star without the role play (role play) I remember back in the old days (back in the old days) I don't got no heart, I need X-rays (X-rays) I'm not normal no more Ballin' in the chip (chip) Eatin' off the floor like a fucking picnic Million on the CashApp plus the tip (tip) When you count it, yeah, hope you get a stiff wrist (oh) One strike, two strike, three strikes, you're out Pin stripes, Louis V, standin' on the dugout Turnpike, dirt bike, swerve left, swerve right Activate, activate, kamikaze bombs-flier Babygirl, I'm gone out my brain (Look at me) Baby, you got ass I can take (I can take) Hit you on the seat, ah yeah, leave a stain (yeah) ESPN, baby, yeah, I'm in the game (yeah) Can't let this shit go to ya brain (brain) Live of to the hype, we the hype, that's on gang (gang) Knockout diamonds hit, I mean Johnny cage Playeer shit babygirl, I'm walkin' with a cane Activate, activate, activate, activate Only smokin' gas and a nigga call it elevate (only smokin' gas) Only ridin' foreign engines, nigga 'cause I graduated (yeah) I put bad bitches with bad bitches call it match-makin' I'm like a movie star without the role play (role play) I remember back in the old days (back in the old days) I don't got no heart, I need X-rays (X-rays) I'm not normal no more Aye, I'm not human no more I'm passin' out the Ls, 'cause I ain't losin' no more Activate, I'm the one who holds the remote Demons knockin', I would never open the door All I see is opportunity around me Louis V trench coat, models do surround me You can save the bullshit for the birds Started in them 'partments, but we took it to the burbs These Cartier prescription, yeah, I'm lookin' like a nerd I don't got no heartbeat, can you call the nurse? Overweight pockets, yeah, I'm out of shape I can't wait, I need what I'm owed today I always show up early, I ain't never late Out in Paris and we ordered up the wagyu steak I never saw nobody come up off of hate Bulletproof my SUVs, now they can't see my face I'm still the same person when I'm out of state And it's my destiny to win, no, you can't change my fate Activate, activate, activate, activate Only smokin' gas and a nigga call it elevate (only smokin' gas) Only ridin' foreign engines, nigga 'cause I graduated (yeah) I put bad bitches with bad bitches call it match-makin' I'm like a movie star without the role play (yeah) I remember back in the old days (back in the old days) I don't got no heart, I need X-Rays (X-Rays) I'm not human no more I'm not human no more Whoa Yeah Makin' snow angels in that money, baby, I got more, more
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Khalif Brown, Aaquil Iben Shamon Brown, Othello Houston, Amonte Potter, Jackson Carroll Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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