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Future
Future
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Paroles/Composition
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Paroles/Composition
Lesidney Ragland
Lesidney Ragland
Paroles/Composition
Nils Noehden
Nils Noehden
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
TM88
TM88
Production
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Ingénierie de prise de son
Braden Davies
Braden Davies
Assistance d’ingénierie
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistance d’ingénierie
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
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Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Nils
Nils
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Too Dope
Too Dope
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G5 the flight, man, I'm way in the sky, she finna tell me, "No way" and it's cap Nigga, can't even see me, I'm way in the sky G5 the flight, nigga way in the sky, G5 the flight, man, I'm way outta here G5 the flight, nigga, can't even see me, I'm way outta here, I'm too far in the sky Hermès ashtray to dump my ashes, bitch so pretty, look better than Cassie Puffin' on zooties and she callin' me daddy, walkin' on shit, turn it up and I gas it Came out the gutter, it ain't nothin' for me to swag it, secure the bag, got a bitch, I'ma bag it Turnin' it up, gotta make sure shit good, park it, two mil' in the middle of my hood Drinkin' on mud, I made it outta the sewer, Chrome Heart accessories, whatever, I'm good Lotta these niggas, they lookin' the same, they copy my lingo, they bitin' my chain Championship, championship, Range just gon' amp this shit Bitch break her neck just to look at the kid Dirty the Fanta but make it in Canada, bro, get this money like it's my religion It's gon' be a mad day, a sad day for any of these niggas that try to compare whatever I did Damn near touched a hunnid, it just off the gig, I came out the jungle, they kidnapped a kid I trap out a bando, spent ten on a crib, I look at the ocean to spot 30 M Pin it where I'm at, the city I'm in, I give you my fully, no matter where I'm in Her hair touch her ass, she gon' think she Korean, you fuckin' me good, bitch, you helpin' me win Niggas can't see me, ain't no competition, too many bracelets, need a whole 'nother wrist I'm never sober, don't think I'ma quit, I pop the E, I can feel when it kick G5 the flight, nigga, can't even see me, I'm way outta here, I'm too far in the sky Hermès ashtray to dump my ashes, bitch so pretty, look better than Cassie Puffin' on zooties and she callin' me daddy, walkin' on shit, turn it up and I gas it Came out the gutter, it ain't nothin' for me to swag it, secure the bag, got a bitch, I'ma bag it Turnin' it up, gotta make sure shit good, park it, two mil' in the middle of my hood Drinkin' on mud, I made it outta the sewer, Chrome Heart accessories, whatever, I'm good Lotta these niggas, they lookin' the same, they copy my lingo, they bitin' my chain Championship, championship, Range just gon' amp this shit Bitch break her neck just to look at the kid Count up some millions, then take some more drugs Been stuck in my memory, they wasn't showin' love Ain't matchin' my fly, bitch, you know you a dub I started this wave and ain't usin' a brush Stopped takin' Molly, I'm back on the E, flyin' commercial, you ain't high as me Drivin' a spaceship, the one with the wings, cross up the trap, I done broke down a key Ain't let no fuck nigga holdin' me back, put a switch on it, these lil' niggas whack After I hit your bitch, givin' her back, ain't got no roof, put her heart on a strap Go to the moon, ain't gon' show you no slatt, Pluto tycoon, ain't no regular 'Cat Took a few 'shroom, I forget where I'm at, poppin' a Tesla, I feel when it kick G5 the flight, nigga, can't even see me, I'm way outta here, I'm too far in the sky Hermès ashtray to dump my ashes, bitch so pretty, look better than Cassie Puffin' on zooties and she callin' me daddy, walkin' on shit, turn it up and I gas it Came out the gutter, it ain't nothin' for me to swag it, secure the bag, got a bitch, I'ma bag it Turnin' it up, gotta make sure shit good, park it, two mil' in the middle of my hood Drinkin' on mud, I made it outta the sewer, Chrome Heart accessories, whatever, I'm good Lotta these niggas, they lookin' the same, they copy my lingo, they bitin' my chain Championship, championship, Range just gon' amp this shit Bitch break her neck just to look at the kid
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Bryan Lamar Simmons, Nils Noehden, Lesidney Cheyenne Ragland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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