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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
Dy Krazy
Dy Krazy
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
James Dunn
James Dunn
Assistant Engineer
Dylan Spence
Dylan Spence
Assistant Engineer
Aaron Fugeri
Aaron Fugeri
Assistant Engineer
Kai Sato
Kai Sato
Assistant Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demetrius Lewis II
Demetrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Pluto Gon' kick my shit, know that Let me pop my shit (Southside), let me pop my shit I took 'em cheap prices up high, I'm really the biggest homie you got I'll fuck a rapper bitch in the whip, write her a verse, give her a lil' clout Tippy-toe, tiptoe, fuckin' this bitch on the marble I got real coke, real cocaine on my collar She a nympho, benzo, bitch just hit the lotto Put the yellow diamond on a black bitch, call her Mulatto Bitch drink 1940 deuce like Moscato She the butt-naked truth, oof, and this bitch swallow Took a whole month from the day I met her and spent a million dollar I just made her ex pissed off, all the shit I bought I got a habit, takin' chicks out, goin' out the mall I drink lean, but I'm a big dawg, so I bought the bar Dick her down 'til her body start shakin', she in shock I talk drugs, I talk diamonds, I talk money, Ashallah Give you cake, happy birthday, I'ma fuck her raw That's my bitch, I'm throwin' a Rollie on her arm Turn a baddie to a boss overnight, she a star My lil' bitch hittin' 'em licks every day, credit card Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm in the deep end, swimmin' with the shark Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm in 'Biza, lettin' these freaks suck my cock My bitch stayin' down with me, shootin' stars, oh, Lord I take st-, sticks with me and I take killers where I go 'Bout to go count a mil' ticket 'til my wrist lock up Fuck another check up every time we leave the store Popped so many tags, I forgot how many cars I got Wrapped a soldier rag 'round the gun, Louis Vuitton Go on and throw your gang sign up if that's what you on If I fucked her more than one time, that shit hittin' for somethin' (that shit hittin' for somethin') Yeah, heavy sedated, intoxicated I'ma go crazy, I gotta go brazier One in the top, one in the cut, once it's stuck, then it's up I get fronts and backs, Chanel bandana around the MAC, yeah I ain't trippin', if you slip, you gon' get whacked, yeah Same nigga, before I rapped, flippin' packs, yeah Keep it cool, don't front the mood, play the back, yeah My niggas ain't no construction worker, but they love playin' with sand (whoo) I just bust down another Rollie, put emeralds in the band (yeah) Touchin' down in Wakanda, goin' international on the 'Gram ('Gram) I don't go nowhere without my hammer, that's not in the plan (nope) She must be hittin' for somethin' if I ever fucked her again Mask on, mask off, make that purgin' shit a trend I'm the realest nigga she fucked, so that make the pussy a virgin again I send 'em goons lil' deep, deep, deep, they comin' through to spin (slatt) I send 'em goons lil' deep, deep, deep (yeah) they comin' through to- (was hannin?) Go on and throw your gang sign up if that's what you on If I fucked her more than one time, that shit hittin' for somethin' (that shit hittin' for somethin') Yeah, heavy sedated, intoxicated I'ma go crazy, I gotta go brazier One in the top, one in the cut, once it's stuck, then it's up
Writer(s): Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Joshua Luellen, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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