Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Vocals
Travis Scott
Vocals
Playboi Carti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Jordan Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Producer
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Marcus Fitz
Recording Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Engineer
Aaron Fugeri
Assistant Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, Pluto
I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit
Get a nigga whacked on the news type shit
Sippin' drank and Activis on some Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo-type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group type shit
That's some thick shit, I just thought you knew type shit
I just tricked off, I don't just usually do this type shit
Pockets racked up, all blue type shit
Bunch of rich niggas, hoes get confused type shit
Atlanta nigga, I live like Ted Turner type shit
On camera, knockin' jaws loose typе shit
I canceled her, kick her out the school type shit
A silent hitter, I just keep it cool with you bitches
A solid nigga, countin' dog food, type shit
Movin' through the city with your boo, type shit
She's ready to suck it up like soup, type shit
You goin' against the guys, and you gon' lose type shit
Pray to God they knock you out your shoes type shit (type shit)
Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue type shit
Put the Double O in a mood (in a mood)
Serotonin, that's a cool type mix (cool type mix)
Oxycontin, mix it with balloons (alright)
East Atlanta feelin' like a zoo type mix (zoo type mix)
Shawty started strippin', takin' shrooms (takin' shrooms)
Eatin' all the Percs, on some food type shit (open up)
Shawty make it work, 9-to-5 type shit (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies (open up), on some food type shit (food type shit)
Eatin' all the Perkies (going up), on some food type shit (food type shit)
All the homies crushin' (add it up) on some fool type (fool type)
Floodin' out the spot, it's (add it up) like a pool type mix (pool type, add it up)
All the homies crushin' on (going up) some fool type shit (fool type) (going up)
All the homies crushin' on some fool type (fool type)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type shit (food type)
Feelin' so high, I'm on the moon type shit (type shit)
Kick the slow flow, jit-su type shit (open it up, add it up)
Red lock my dreadlocks, I'm on bool type shit (fuck it up, add it up)
Cook a nigga up like food type shit (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Posted up with my dogs, Scooby Doo type shit (fuck it up, woo)
She grippin' all on my balls, I gotta move type shit
Diamonds, they cover my flaws, I got that brand new type shit
Hundred round drum, make it bust, soundin' like a nuke type shit
All of my jeans are saggin', I think I'm over tight shit
Put the ho-down with the gang, now she think she my manager type shit
Shawty thought she was she the one, I will forever have a boss bitch
The presi' set on me plain, I'm on some naked type shit
Eighty-one thou' for the teeth, I still ain't smiling for this bitch
This ho think she better than me? She on that IG model shit
Shawty said I'm a superhero, so how the fuck I'ma hide up shit?
Bitch give me dome in the back, she on her bobblehead type shit
All I want is ass and titties, I ain't got no type shit
Sippin' on drank, Pluto, hey
Sippin' my drank, Metro
Said that he my hero type shit
Might put some dollars on my gloves, woah, on my Mike shit
What the fuck y'all talking about bodies for? Y'all just type shit (Pluto)
I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit (new type shit)
Get a nigga whacked on the news type shit
Sippin' drank and Activis on some screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo-type shit
Take down Meg' Thee Stallion's by the group, type shit (type shit)
Tags all over my shirt (open up), uh, rockstar-type shit (open up)
Molly all in my drink (open up), uh, rockstar-type shit (open up)
'Bout to take a ho to Turks, she a monster, type shit (type shit, type shit)
She don't don't speak no English, money talk, type shit
She fuck me, ran her mouth 'cause I'm a boss, type shit (woo)
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Dwayne Richardson, Michael Dean, Leland Wayne, Jacques Webster, Jordan Carter
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