Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Vocals
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Gary Hill
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Spinz
Producer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Thugger, 21
Huh, huh, huh
[Verse 2]
Used to be in debt, down
House by the jet, now
We don't play radio
Funkmaster Flex, now
I just got a new foreign
'Bouta go park the 'Vette now (Facts)
And I got the dogs with me (Yeah, babe)
Call the vet, now (Aye!)
I want some inside head, now (Head)
'Bouta call my bitch, now
I got a Harley Davidson, now
I'm 'bouta paint a T-Rex now
I do the whip no eggs, now
I got us chips in Vegas, now
'Bout to Liu Kang kick it, now (Hwaah!)
I'm 'bouta chop where it's shaded, now, now, now
[Verse 3]
Real big tongue on my kicks
Baby, put your tongue on my dick
I put ice on my kids
I put red in my drink
I can't help my with my mess
**** pop & drank, we wet
Now I got some ice on my ankle
Fuck around and go head sledding
LA smoke in my chest
'Bout to jeopardize my check
I'm 'bouta pop another x
Did 'em 'fore my ex
And I gotta pour my syrup
Now my ass drip red
Man, I had 'em on deck
Now he 'bouta keep my check
Green diamonds on me like piss
And I'm a mogul, not a pest
I just got a new Kel-Tec
Ain't even come with no kick
And I came up from nothin
Louis V tie on my neck
High end clothes on deck
Let 'em all read my text
[Verse 4]
Used to be in debt, down
House by the jet, now
We don't play radio
Funkmaster Flex, now
I just got a new foreign
'Bouta go park the 'Vette now (Facts)
And I got the dogs with me (Yeah, babe)
Call the vet, now (Aye!)
I want some inside head, now (Head)
'Bouta call my bitch, now
I got a Harley Davidson, now
I'm 'bouta paint a T-Rex now
I do the whip no eggs, now
I got us chips in Vegas, now
'Bout to Liu Kang kick it, now (Hwaah!)
I'm 'bouta chop where it's shaded, now, now, now
[Verse 5]
(Yeah)
Saint Laurent Don, yeah (21)
Got a lot of blue money, yeah, yeah
I cut my thumb, yeah, yeah
Bums chasin' crumbs, yeah, yeah
Gucci jacket, aw yeah
Fuckin' on the mattress, aw yeah
Gotta Draco in traffic, aw yeah
I just left Magic, throwin' ones out the plastic, yeah, yeah
I'm wit Slime, in the Maybach and we laughin' (21, 21)
These rappers jumpin' dick to dick
And we laughin' (On God)
Come and get yo' baby mama
This bitch a maggot (21, 21)
Half a ticket worth in jewelry in my carry-on baggage (Yeah)
Thinkin' 'bout pullin' Savage card
You must be on acid (Yeah)
Cheap ass-shots, got 'em feelin' like plastic (21)
My earrings cost more than a **** life savings (Cash)
Fuck a wedding ring
I gave her a mouth full of babies
[Verse 6]
Used to be in debt, down
House by the jet, now
We don't play radio
Funkmaster Flex, now
I just got a new foreign
'Bouta go park the 'Vette now (Facts)
And I got the dogs with me (Yeah, babe)
Call the vet, now (Aye!)
I want some inside head, now (Head)
'Bouta call my bitch, now
I got a Harley Davidson, now
I'm 'bouta paint a T-Rex now (Yeah-yeah)
I do the whip no eggs, now
I got us chips in Vegas, now
'Bout to Liu Kang kick it, now (Hwaah!)
I'm 'bouta chop where it's shaded, now, now, now
(Brrt)
Written by: Gary Hill, Jeffery Williams