Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Dy
Dy
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm poppin' my shit every mornin'
Then I go to paradise
[Verse 2]
Cough syrup got me dozin' off
I can see you in my afterlife
He snapped the clip in, then drove off
He know somebody's 'bout to die tonight
I leave the baddies in the house
SuperFly, that draco sittin' in the couch
I'm mummified
Put out a fuckin' message, tho
I'm gon slide, I think out loud, I'ma get my money
And I don't get tired
[Verse 3]
Sit in the back of the Phantom
And have a good night
And have to take nothin' off
Lit up like a light
I can't see nothin' in the way
Goin' outta sight
I get her lace on daily basis
She's my type
I pop my shit and live lavish
Never switch sides
You can go to college, get a crib off the clothes I buy
We in the top of the fuckin' hills off of Sunset Drive
I'm a product of the field, I'm just in my disguise
Get to trippin' off a pill, but I'll get me some cake
I been jumpin' on these Lears
That's the way I'ma chase ''em
Franklins comin' by the layers
That's the way we gon' make 'em
She don't know when I'ma pop up
So she gotta sleep naked
I can tell the way they treat me
They gon' say I'm the greatest
Ain't no tellin' if I leave if I'ma ever come back
Ain't gon' never let a disloyal bitch hold me back
I done Goyard my bags so it could hold my racks
[Verse 4]
And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You can't help who you love, ****
That's why God made thug ****
[Verse 5]
Cough syrup got me dozin' off
I can see you in my afterlife
He snapped the clap in, then drove off
He know somebody's 'bout to die tonight
I leave the baddies in the house
SuperFly, that draco sittin' in the couch
I'm mummified
Put out a fuckin' message, tho
I'm gon' slide, I think out loud, I'ma get my money
And I don't get tired
[Verse 6]
I think out loud, I get my checks
Fuck you ****, I need to get it off my chest
Fuck you ****, I got my hitters in the cut
I'm still that ****
I gotta flatten out her tummy
I'm that ****
Takin' my time
My new bank account gettin' taller
I flood out Richard, it's gon' cost me at least a quarter
I done been in my bag lately and I been poppin' my collar
I got a good taste in bitches 'cause they swallow
I done birthed a lotta lil ****, I'm their father
Can't be responsible for how you move, 'cause I taught ya
Keep it a thousand, ok, bool, that's how I was brought up
Lil **** had to pay his dues, man, slaughter
Nine bracelets on me, baby, hold on, wait
Nine rings on me, baby, hold on, wait
Got that glizzy on me, baby, hold on, wait
Don't be shy with that pussy, hold on, wait
Ninety vibes at the crib, pick a race
I woulda said at least one hunnid to play it safe
When it come to loud, I'ma roll with grade A
I don't go outta town unless I'm fillin' up the safe
I done crocodile my Prada just to hold my racks
[Verse 7]
And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You can't help who you love, ****
That's why God made thug ****
Written by: Dwan Avery, Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Glass
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