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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Playboi Carti
Playboi Carti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Marcus Fitz
Marcus Fitz
Recording Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Engineer
Aaron Fugeri
Aaron Fugeri
Assistant Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, Pluto I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit Get a nigga whacked on the news, type shit Sippin' drank and Activis on some Screw, type shit Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew, type shit I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo-type shit Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group, type shit That's some thick shit, I just thought you knew, type shit I just tricked off, I don't just usually do this type shit Pockets racked up, all blue, type shit Bunch of rich niggas, hoes get confused, type shit Atlanta nigga, I live like Ted Turner, type shit On camera, knockin' jaws loose, typе shit I canceled her, kick her out the stu', type shit A silent hitter, I just keep it cool with you bitches A solid nigga, countin' dog food, type shit Movin' through the city with your boo, type shit She's ready to suck it up like soup, type shit You goin' against the guys, and you gon' lose, type shit Pray to God they knock you out your shoes, type shit (type shit) Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue, type shit Put the Double O in a mood (mood) Serotonin, that's a cool type mix (cool type mix) Oxycontin, mix it with balloons (alright) East Atlanta feelin' like a zoo, type mix (zoo type mix) Shawty started strippin', takin' shrooms Eatin' all the Percs, on some food, type shit (open up) Shawty make it work, 9-to-5 type shit (open up) Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food, type shit (open up) Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food, type shit (going up) All the homies crushin' on some fool, type— (fool type) Floodin' out the spot, it's like a pool, type mix (add it up) All the homies crushin' on some fool, type shit (fool type) All the homies crushin' on some fool, type— (fool type) Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food, type shit Feelin' so high, I'm on the moon, type shit Kick the slow flow, jit-su, type shit Relock my dreadlocks, I'm on bool, type shit (knock it up) Cook a nigga up like food, type shit (knock it up, knock it up) Posted up with my dogs, Scooby Doo, type shit (knock it up, wow!) She grippin' all on my balls, I gotta move, type shit Diamonds, they cover my flaws, I got that brand new, type shit Hundred round drum, make it bust, soundin' like that new, type shit All of my jeans are saggin', I think I'm moving, type shit Put the ho-down with the gang, now she think she my major, type shit Shawty thought she was she the one, I will forever have a boss bitch The gang say rollin', count up, it's familiar, type shit Eighty-one thou' for the teeth, I still ain't smiling for this bitch This ho think she better than me? She on that IG model shit Shawty said I'm a superhero, so how the fuck I'ma hide-up shit? Bitch give me dome in the back, she on her bobblehead, type shit All I want is ass and titties, I ain't got no type shit Sippin' on drank, Pluto, hey Sippin' my drank, Metro Said that he my hero, type shit Might put some dollars in my glasses, woah, woah, on my Mike shit What the fuck y'all talking about bodies for? Y'all just type shit (Pluto) I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit (new type shit) Get a nigga whacked on the news, type shit Sippin' drank and Activis on some screw, type shit Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew, type shit I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo-type shit Take down Meg' Thee Stallion's by the group, type shit (type shit) Tags all over my shirt, uh, rockstar-type shit (open up, open up) Molly all in my drink, uh, rockstar-type shit (open up, open up) 'Bout to take a ho to Turks, she a monster, type shit (type shit) She don't don't speak no English, money talk, type shit She fuck me, ran her mouth 'cause I'm a boss, type shit (wow!)
Writer(s): Jacques Webster Ii, Jordan Carter, Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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