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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Metro Boomin
Programming
Allen Ritter
Programming
Southside
Programming
Travis Scott
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allen Ritter
Songwriter
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Producer
Allen Ritter
Producer
Southside
Producer
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Ayy
Drank, takin' a lil sip of that Act (Blow it)
Flood all my bitches in that (That way)
I'm in the projects without Pat (Ayy)
My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (Bling)
Diamonds for her in the back (Blaow)
Hit that lil' bitch from the back, she stacked (What)
Ask me like how I do that? (What?)
Pop a lil' Xan and relax (Yeah)
About my racks, you get whacked (Pew pew pew pew)
If he got racks, he get taxed (Pew pew pew pew)
Five, four, three, two, one, attack (Go)
Bitch, all of my whoadies hit that
Pussy nigga, they some rats (What?)
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my bitches they brats (Brats)
Pop a lil' perky, relax (Turn up, turn up)
These niggas up to somethin' (Hmm, ayy)
She need to fuck or somethin'
I'ma wake up for somethin'
I fell in love with nothin' (Yeah)
Bitches, they do it for me
Stuck on me, gluin' somethin' (Yeah)
Patrick Swazey, Swazey, Swazey, save me
All my bitches get it, never lazy (Yeahhh...)
All my pockets full like they pregnant (Ahh...)
Y'all niggas still hatin' (Yeah... Sheesh!)
Dice in the middle
I'ma shoot it with precise in the building (Yeah)
Fuck that bitch because she likin' my riddles (Ayy)
White on her head, I got lice and I'm buildin' (Ayy)
Lil' mama ready, she Tyson, go get her (Whoa)
I can't complain, I got ice in my bezel (Ayy)
I'm not racist, I got white in my Bentley (Hey)
Caught a rabbit, it was ice all up in it (Ayy)
Hell yeah (Yeah yeah)
Call me mister mister Porsche (Yeah)
Pockets swole with no abortion (Yeah)
I sleep soft, I'm never snorin' (Yeah)
Talk to bitches when I'm borin' (Yeah)
Your money little like a Yorkie
I open your head up with a forty (Bap)
I think I'm gettin' back to the old me
Yeah, I'm gettin' back to the old me
These niggas up to somethin' (Hmm, ayy)
These niggas fuck for numbers (Ayy)
Drank, takin' a sip of that Act (Blow it)
Flood all my bitches in that (That way)
I'm in the projects without Pat (Ayy)
My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (Bling)
Diamonds for her in the back (Blaow)
Hit that lil' bitch from the back (She stacked)
Ask me like how I do that? (What?)
Pop a lil' Xan and relax (Yeah)
About my racks, you get whacked (Pew pew pew pew)
If he got racks, he get taxed (Pew pew pew pew)
Five, four, three, two, one, attack (Go)
Bitch, all of my whoadies hit that
Pussy nigga, they some rats (What?)
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my bitches they brats
Pop a lil' perky, relax (Turn up, turn up)
These niggas up to somethin' (Hmm, Hell yeah, ayy)
She need to fuck or somethin'
Writer(s): Leland Tyler Wayne, Allen Ritter, Jacques Webster, Joshua Howard Luellen, Jeffery Lamar Williams
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