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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Sean AK Momberger
Sean AK Momberger
Songwriter
Wesley Tyler Glass
Wesley Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rodrigo Barahona
Rodrigo Barahona
Assistant Engineer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Engineer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Wheezy outta here It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it I gave my Rolls Royce some wings Drink so damn cold, I could freeze Ayy, first time I called Elliot, Gunna told me to spend 250 Now my chain cost half a milli' and I'm plottin on a silly billi' Made 25 million, I said mm-mm-mm-mm Now all of these hoes fuckin' me better, mm-mm-mm-mm Shawty say she like me 'cause she slidin' through the trenches with me Give her a million dollars worth of game like I'm Wallo and Gillie Wheezy, Wunna, Pluto, Roddy, this shit way too easy I put your bitch in CC, Céline, Chanel, if need be You niggas really actors, you shoulda been on TV You talkin' like you turnt up, you niggas really T-D It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain't got no jumper Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you Remember that pussy from way back, playin', I pay 'em to pop him Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper This ain't diamonds you lookin' at and we done updated the roster You can tell it's a rich nigga posture Young GunWunna, I'm spittin' it proper Trappin' at school, I was servin' bags, police was searchin' my locker Who did your jewelry? It look like brass One of your bros should've stopped ya It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin' If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic Pluto, Pluto, two-door, four-door, man, this shit too easy Yeah, I'm gon' chop a brick like judo, snatch a Lamborghini (chop it up) I got a different bitch for different places, different seasons (I do) Bitch ain't playin' her position, cuttin' her off, this shit too easy (Super) I started off smashin' R&B stars right at the bando (Future) I'm havin' hoes all the way south thinkin' that I abandoned 'em I'm havin' pimpin' in my blood and I can change the climate I threw the Marni on and took the price up like I designed it Can't put a presidential on a bitch 'less she give a nigga a ménage ('nage) That lil' IG bitch ain't shit, fucked her in the car (car) Fucked 'round with a side piece, pop out that night in double-R (what up?) Started talkin' Chinese from all these sticks in the car It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin' If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass, Sean Aaron Momberger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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