Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Desiigner
Performer
MIKE DEAN
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MIKE DEAN
Composer
Sidney Selby
Composer
B. Trillos
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Redda
Producer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Devonne Knights
Recording Engineer
Sean Solymar
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tom Kahre
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Popping Percocet, all night, yeah
I fall in love, yeah, I fall in love, yeah
She be whinin' over drugs, yeah
She be rollin' overnight, yeah
[Verse 2]
Got a trap phone and my bank account plenty
I want it all in a minute, I want it all, I ain't playing
Drinkin' oil, drinkin' plenty, how'd it get like this?
Had to slow it down
[Verse 3]
Ride around in the Benz when I roll round
And I got a seven seater when it go down
Sent his **** a couple shots, he with the Lord now
And I got a couple **** in the dog pound, dog pound
[Verse 4]
And I got a broad, she from Portland
Bringing birds in, got no girlfriend
It won't hurt my stress, go to Maryland
Count money all around
[Verse 5]
I share Xans, gettin' no stress
Pop a Percocet, gettin' over stress
I found the wrong bean, then I fall down
I'm drinkin' strong lean, then I slow down
[Verse 6]
Pop a Percocet, gettin' over stress
I found the wrong bean, then I fall down
I'm drinkin' strong lean, then I slow down
I got a seven seater when it go down
[Verse 7]
Pop a Percocet and it hurts your chest
Got a big nine and it'll hurt your vest
And I got a tank, hit the first connect
Then I pop your car, get it first to check
[Verse 8]
Then I **** your broad, gettin' first the neck
**** got a gat, I'll hearse your jet
And I got a blonde, she my Hershey Kiss
I just bought a AP, I just hurt my wrist
[Verse 9]
I just bought my AP, I just hurt your ****
I just bought my AP, I just hurt them ****
When I pull up on you, we be throwing triggers
Got my .40 cal', make my voice bigger
[Verse 10]
Pay off PayPal in a Ghost rental
And my Lamborghini cost like five figures
I pull up on your block with like five ****
I heard you fresh to death, so you died, ****
[Verse 11]
Popping Percocet, all night, yeah
I fall in love, yeah, I fall in love, yeah
She be whining' over drugs, yeah
She be rollin' overnight, yeah
[Verse 12]
I got a trap phone and my bank account plenty
I want it all in a minute, I want it all, I ain't playing
Drinkin' oil, drinkin' plenty, how'd it get like this?
Had to slow it down
[Verse 13]
Ride around in the Benz when I roll round
And I got a seven seater when it go down
Sent his **** a couple shots, he with the Lord now
And I got a couple **** in the dog pound, dog pound
Written by: B. Trillos, MIKE DEAN, Michael G. Dean, Sidney Selby


