Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DANNY SNODGRASS
DANNY SNODGRASS
Songwriter
Jordan T. Ortiz
Jordan T. Ortiz
Songwriter
Nicholas Mira
Nicholas Mira
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Bangout
DJ Bangout
Producer
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Producer
Oogie Mane
Oogie Mane
Producer

Letras

Oogie Mane he killed it What're you talking about bro? Turn it up Turn it up (Wait) I'm working on dying Wait, yeah Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Wrap) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack, yeah) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack Water on my neck, swim through that, that's a lap (Water) Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Woah) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack, yeah) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack) Water on my neck, swim through that, that's a lap Fendi knapsack, while I'm spittin' Fendi facts (Facts) I don't want you back, you a thot, you a gnat Just like his bitch ass That fuck nigga will get clapped (Will get clapped) Put a pause on that, you still broke, you ain't back (Yeah) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rackie) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rackie) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rackie) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack I can never change, gotta stick to my routine I'ma hit it once, then you know I gotta leave Got addictive personality, I turned into a fiend Okay, my money sky blue But my new coupe is slime green My boys will work 'til the white turn all tan Saw a minivan following my brand new Lamb' I had an F and an N in my hand All my bitches tens, no, I do not fuck no fans Check my DM, found out she was a man (No, no, no) I can't DM never ever again (No) Losing all my vision, that's the only thing that's tran Okay, okay, nigga, let's get it Got your bitch on my top just like a fitted I don't wanna know more, then I gotta clip it Balmain jeans, on the front, got the zipper My ice game got cold, got sicker I'm a Leo like lion, I'm Simba Stand on my money, I'm tall like a center June and July, cold just like December It's too low in the car, I lift it I know baby girl miss my drip (Yeah) Girl, your breath stink, need a spearmint, many (Yeah) You need to go and take a minute But your ass fat, I'ma go for the finish Overseas, I'm eating croissants Told that fuck nigga, "Don't touch my crumpet" (No) She a lil' thot, can't wife no bird Four years, I ain't touch no chick Went back-to-back, back-to-back, back-to-back Bentley, Hellcat, new Lambo and Maybach I can't talk on the phone, think my shit is tapped (Hello) Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Wrap) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack, Rackie) Water on my neck, swim through that, that's a lap (Water) Fendi knapsack, boy I'm speaking Fendi facts (Facts) I don't want you back, you a thot, you a nat (Nat, nat) Yes, that's them racks, that's them racks, that's them racks Your jeans, they too fat, man, them shits, they relaxed I got on Dior, and my skinnies, they all black If we serve the sack, then we take that shit right back 650 for a hat, 66,600 for a jacket Tried to hold me tight, but I didn't hug her back (No way) 'Cause she tried to snatch out my pocket with them racks Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Let's go) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack, rack) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack) Water on my neck, swim through that, that's a lap (water) Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Go) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Facts) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack, facts) No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack, facts)
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Jordan T. Ortiz, Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Nicholas Mira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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