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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Tariq Sharrieff
Tariq Sharrieff
Songwriter
Nick Emory
Nick Emory
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BL$$D
BL$$D
Producer
Chef
Chef
Producer
Mike Synphony
Mike Synphony
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Ben Milchev
Ben Milchev
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

BL$$D Yeah, yeah Future, baby, Thugger Thugger (Ayo Chef) Pockets Everything I got came from a lick Ice on all my watches, on a ship Underneath the turf's the worst it's gon' get (it's gon' get) Whipped up water on my wrist, think I'm a fish Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag) I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that) You want problems for somethin' (you want problems 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 If I wouldn't have rapped, I'd still be rich (still rich) Three million dollar house, came from evictions (hood rich) Out here on a jet and 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) The coupe is outside and I'm styled in the best I see you killin' these niggas 'cause you're doin' it the best Solitaries ain't nothing to me Coughin' these like I got lukemi' Forreal, la familia, I go gorilla, I'm part of the Bape team Fuck you thought? Supreme on the quilt, 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 ting (she my Cancun ting) 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 20 bitches with me and they ain't showin' shade I got 20 closets, I could dress accordin' to the wave I'm with 20 models but I dress accordin' to the 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 Play dip and dab out the bag I got cribs, all know that You want problems for somethin' 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 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)
Writer(s): Jeffery Lamar Williams, Tariq Anwar-bassett Sharrieff, Nicholas Gibran Emory Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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