Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deundraeus Portis
Deundraeus Portis
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
Producer
Chip Cannon
Chip Cannon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Who made this beat? Twysted Genius, baby If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (gimme that) I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step out, she be flashin' Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin' I know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' But fuck 'em, we get active (get active) Wrap it, make sure they can't smell it Drive too far? Don't matter, I'll mail it Tryna steal swag, I see it, I smell it Used to get mad, probably beat up my celly Now I sell bags every day in my city Ain't doin' no playin', when they come, be ready I got murder on my mind like that lil' nigga Melly (free Melly) Big boy rocks, stud the same size as Nelly (ten karats) Long as I live, I'ma get this cheddar Ever since the bitch left, doin' lil' better Which car I'ma drive? It depends on the weather Rolls-Royce truck pull up like, "Hello" Pretty, tall, light skin, shake like Jell-O If the bitch actin' bougie, I'ma take her to the ghetto I ain't smokin' Runtz, then it's probably Limoncello You got a lil' boy, 'cause you not on my level Sell P's every day in the hood on my schedule Young nigga give a hoe a whole groove like Stella Jam don't shake like that, that's Jell-O Made a whole M on the road, then lay low I'm a real boss in my hood, I got say-so I was havin' choppas 'fore I heard about Dracos Put me in the casket with a bust down halo, yeah If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (give me that) I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step by, she be flashin' Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants Now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin' I know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' But fuck 'em, we get active Suave (huh), sippin' promethazine latte (yuh) Sticky-ass weed like Scotch tape (yuh) Big B's, call me Banye (hoo) Me and Lil Baby compadre (yuh) What these niggas talkin' 'bout? Blasé (huh) Diamonds on me, that's pavè (huh) So bright, can't see, that's a blind date (huh) Marley and Fee tryna get high weight (ooh) I got M-O-L-L-Y weight Only once the drugs are done I feel like, "Where the hell is my grave?" Heartbeat beatin' at a high rate World stop spinnin', start to vibrate It's a cold world, so my house in Miami still came with a fireplace Pupils dilate, don't judge me I'm with a sex slave, she like rough D I got a text straight from the plug He said, "There's a drought," I said, "Funny" Now we laughin' And the only time that we act, is when we act asses Nigga, we active So if you 'bout that life, get out that casket If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (ooh, give me that) I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together (yuh) She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step by, she be flashin' Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants (what up, Ma?) And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin' I know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' But fuck 'em, we get active Yeah, fuck 'em, we get active, yuh We can get active, yeah Still got some active, yuh Fuck 'em, we get active, huh Fuck 'em, we get active
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Dominique Jones, Deundraeus Portis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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