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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Michael L. Williams II
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Myles Harris
Myles Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Myles Harris
Myles Harris
Producer
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer

Lyrics

Pull up with a stick, I pull up with a stick I pull up with a pink toe, I'm whippin', she suckin' this dick I put some diamonds on her toes, let that hoe know that I'm rich We was used to pullin' kick doors (That money go for Myles) I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Bein' a real one is my model, handle my problems, I ain't scared I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up My bro on a steamin' stove, cookin' crack like grits Got this vibe on her tippy toes, strokin' her in a pent' LA live, I'm stayin' at the Loews with this Hollywood bitch Got a nine and a snubnose, can't wait to let it hit (Hit) Pull up with a stick, I pull up with a stick I pull up with a pink toe, I'm whippin', she suckin' this dick I put some diamonds on her toes Let that hoe know that I'm rich (Let that hoe know that I'm rich) We was used to pullin' kick doors You could still call it a lick (Lick) You broke and can't be fixed Went to Nieman's and spent a nick How you pour that? Don't make sense I made a whole mile off an inch I had 99 problems I just scratch you off the list (Scratch you off the list) Got some millions and went and solved 'em Now my neck cost a quarter brick I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Bein' a real one is my model, handle my problems, I ain't scared I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up Bestie, bestie, I just hit my friend Told her catch me, catch me, I'ma lick her skin She so precious, precious, might not fuck again She too messy, messy, but hittin', no flexin' (No flexin') Rose gold ornaments (Rose) Dropped the two tint, car came with no tint You don't gotta use the door, you can hop in front of tip Bond 9 in the vent, think 'bout dyin' and get spent I got two B's on my boxers and a thottie in the bed I know niggas ran up a milli' Still didn't tell 12 shit (12, 12, 12, shh) I got skeletons in my closets (Woah) And they scared of me and shit (Closets and they scared) Mason Margielas under the bed screamin', "Rock me, kid" (Woah) I put water on my head, then she got seasick (I put water on my head) Couple opps played dead, and they still got hit I done bent lil' mama's spine but that But that still ain't my kid (Still ain't my kid) Only reason I answer my line (Why?) Is 'cause she drink my spit (No cap) I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Bein' a real one is my model, handle my problems, I ain't scared I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, uh Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge
Writer(s): Michael Len Ii Williams, Sergio Kitchens, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Myles Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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