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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
Songwriter
Sonny Uwaezuoke
Sonny Uwaezuoke
Songwriter
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer
Jimmy Cash
Jimmy Cash
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Producer
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Sonny Digital
Sonny Digital
Producer
Zach Steele
Zach Steele
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Okay, I pull up, hop out at the after party You and all your friends, yeah, they love to get naughty Sippin' on that Henn', I know you love that Bacardi (Sonny Digital) 1942, I take you back in that 'Rari Okay, I pull up, hop out at the after party You and all your friends, yeah, they love to get naughty Sippin' on that Henn', I know you love that Bacardi 1942, I take you back in that 'Rari Switchin' lanes and I'm seein' lights, you know I watch the curb Smokin' weed, you know I'm gettin' high, you know it calm my nerves Trappin' hard, pumpin' non-stop, the bag I had to earn You can try, but you might fail again, you know you never learn Came in with a bottle, I was trippin' And I took a couple shots and now I'm dizzy It got me burning up, burning up Insides burning up, burning up (yeah) Okay, I pull up, hop out at the after party You and all your friends, yeah, they love to get naughty Sippin' on that Henn', I know you love that Bacardi 1942, I take you back in that 'Rari Okay, I pull up, hop out at the after party You and all your friends, yeah, they love to get naughty Sippin' on that Henn', I know you love that Bacardi 1942, I take you back in that 'Rari Uh, poppin' meds (uh), out in the meadows (yeah) She like a little red (uh), in her stilettos (yeah) Anytime you live (uh), out in the ghetto (yeah) You try to duck the feds (uh), they need to let go Came in with a bottle, I was trippin' And I took a couple shots, it got me dizzy It got me burning up, burning up Insides burning up, burning up (yeah) Okay, I pull up, hop out at the after party You and all your friends, yeah, they love to get naughty Sippin' on that Henn', I know you love that Bacardi 1942, I take you back in that 'Rari Okay, I pull up, hop out at the after party You and all your friends, yeah, they love to get naughty Sippin' on that Henn', I know you love that Bacardi 1942, I take you back in that 'Rari Okay, I pull up (okay, I pull up...) Okay, I pull up (okay, I pull up...) Okay, I pull up (okay, I pull up...), hop out at the after party Okay, I pull up (okay, I pull up...), hop out at the after party Okay, I pull up (okay, I pull up...), hop out at the after party Okay, I pull up (okay, I pull up...), hop out at the after party
Writer(s): Nils Noehden, Caleb Zackery Toliver, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, Sonny Corey Uwaezuoke, Michael G. Dean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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