Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Nils Noehden
Nils Noehden
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nils Noehden
Nils Noehden
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Engineer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Bryan Anzel
Bryan Anzel
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Me and Wheezy, that's the wave Look through the ice in this platinum, I did a 180, I went up the wrong way Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon' need you some sunblock Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock All of my whoadies coyotes, we stickin' together, we comin' like shottas Put a tracker on that bitch if you love her, 'cause she comin' through like a goon squad I put it on, then it's over, I got different designers all over Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know it's gon' be over Bitch do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier Now that you got my attention, you 'bout to get put on suspension if I see the greed Like I'm a part of the lynching, got 21 chains on my neck, had to go Dominique Break the codeine and roll up a leaf, I fuck on his bitch, now she so bossy Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' so nerdy, my fit was a birdie alone, that was it Talk a few bales, oh yeah, that's it Burnin' down Rodeo, oh yeah, that's it I could put it on a scale, oh yeah, that's it Ballin' in Chanel, like a player, that's it Rainbow Rollie, oh no, that's it Got a bisexual girl, that's it Do it professional, girl, that's it Treat me like a mayor, oh yeah, that's it Put her on a jet at the Clear, that's it She got no face, and for me, that's it (that's it) I'm pulling her hair every time, that is it (is it) She don't wear no underwear in my crib (my crib) Every time I'm in it, you know I'm gon' slip (I'm in) Touchin' on the water, start matching my wrist (woah, woah) Off an X pill, it look like exorcist (off an X pill) I ain't never tell her was ready for this, that's it (Me and Wheezy, that's the wave) Look through the ice in this platinum, I did a 180, I went up the wrong way Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon' need you some sunblock Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock All of my whoadies coyotes, we stickin' together, we comin' like shottas (coyote) Put a tracker on that bitch if you love her, 'cause she comin' through like a goon squad I put it on, then it's over, I got different designers all over Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know it's gon' be over (O-V) Bitch do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier (yes) I walk around, can't get sidetracked Walking around with them thigh pads Movin' so sneaky, my 'Sace, Venini, my body graffiti (whew) She's tryna blow off my mind, she's tryna get my release (my release), yeah Bought her Chanel No. 9, now my girl smell like a peach (smell like a peach), yeah This ain't my second piece, yeah, do you get it? Don't aim at your tee, we aim at your fitted (ayy) We up it up top as we upgrade the blicks (yeah) The guns that we got is two seconds, no minutes (bow) I got two milli' on my chest Bitches line up like a contest Smokin' on Keisha, so I sip I'm gettin' my checks like Nike (woah, woah) Molly Off-White, it's lightskin Countin' up mula like Weezy F. Baby (mula) I walked in the jeweler and I had to go crazy (Young Mula) Surfed in this bitch, Honolulu Now she wanna go do voodoo (surf) Rich shit, Balenciaga house shoe (rich shit) I trap every day like the rent's due (trap) For a milli' or the Richard Mille gloss Look through the ice in this platinum, I did a 180, I went up the wrong way Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon' need you some sunblock (coco) Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock (for sure, though) All of my whoadies coyotes, we stickin' together, we comin' like shottas (let's go) Put a tracker on that bitch if you love her, 'cause she comin' through like a goon squad (woah, woah) I put it on, then it's over, I got different designers all over Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know it's gon' be over (woah) Bitch do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Symere Woods, Wesley Tyler Glass, Nils Noehden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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