Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Young Thug
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jeffery Williams
Автор песен
Tariq Sharrieff
Автор песен
Nick Emory
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
BL$$D
Продюсер
Chef
Продюсер
Mike Synphony
Инженер
Jaycen Joshua
Миксинг-инженер
David Nakaji
Ассистент инженера
Ben Milchev
Ассистент инженера
Glenn Schick
Мастеринг-инженер
Слова
[Verse 1]
Blessed
Ha!
Yeah, yeah
Future, baby, Thugger Thugger
Ayo Chef
Pockets
[Verse 2]
Everything I got came from a lick
Ice on all my watches, honest shit
Underneath the turf's the worst it's gon' get (It's gon' get)
Whipped up water on my wrist, ain't 'round my fish
[Verse 3]
Dip and dab out the bag (Dab out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
Yo, I'm prowling for somethin' (Prowling for somethin')
Need to get you some racks (Need to get you some racks)
She gon' bring it to daddy (She gon' bring it to daddy)
Eat the cake out her panties (Eat the cake out her panties)
I was cool as a cat (I was cool as a cat)
Stay all facts
[Verse 4]
If I wouldn't have rapped, I'd still be rich (Still rich)
Three million dollar house, came from these bitches (Hood rich)
Out here on a jet or a cruise ship (Cruise ship)
Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it (Cruise in it)
If I wouldn't have rapped, I'd still be rich (Hood rich)
If I ain't have this shit, I'd still be lit (Hood rich)
If I fuck these hoes then I'm trippin' (I'm trippin')
I can't fuck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain't no slippin' (Let's go)
[Verse 5]
The coupe is outside and I'm styled in the best
I see you killin' these **** 'cause you're doin' it the best
Solitaries ain't nothing to me
Coughin' these like I got lukemi'
For real, la familia, I go gorilla, I'm part of the Bape team
Fuck you thought?
Supremely equipped, hang low, it's a drag queen
I'm in a bronze Benz, I think it's the wagon
Ever since mom's titty, bitch I was flaggin'
She got some water on, she my Cancun thing (She my Cancun thing)
I got some black diamonds, my wrist is on Beijing (My wrist is on Beijing)
I'm tellin' all of my hoes give their orders to the maid (Hold on, turn up)
I got twenty bitches with me and they ain't showin' shade
I got twenty closets, I could dress accordin' to the wave
I'm with twenty models but I dress accordin' to babe
I'm goin' all in by my bro and my paper
Ain't got no fuckin' neighbors, ain't got no neighbors
Yeah
No neighbors, oh
[Verse 6]
Dip and dab out the bag
I got cribs, all know that
Yo, I'm prowling for something
Need to get you some racks
She gon' bring it to daddy
Eat the cake out her panties
I was cool as a cat
Stay all facts
[Verse 7]
If I wouldn't have rapped, I'd still be rich (Still rich)
If I ain't have this shit, I'd still be lit (Hood rich)
If I fuck these hoes, then I'm trippin' (I'm trippin')
I can't fuck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain't no slippin' (Let's go)
Written by: Chef, Jeffery Williams, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tariq Sharrieff

