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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daryl McPherson
Daryl McPherson
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Lee Buddle
Lee Buddle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quavo
Quavo
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Producer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Skeleton on my wrist, no bones in my closet (Yeah)
Drippin', put that bitch on water, like the faucet (Drippin')
Whole lot of M's in the attic (M's)
I got a bad habit (Habit)
Young **** turned to a savage (Savage)
He gon' go get at it, yeah (Gon' get at it)
Hear that saxophone, I'm in the air like drones (Air like drones)
Hard-head ****, got a head of stones (Head of stone)
I'm in South Africa, long way from home (Long way)
I recorded this when I was in my zone (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I got the streets on lock, it's tied up (Tied up)
Ain't gon' let you talk, get fired up (Fired up)
E'rybody with me got they size up (Size up)
No slippin', trippin', keep yo' eyes up (No slippin', trippin')
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I got a gadget (Gadget)
So many carats, coulda been a rabbit (Carats)
I got the package (Package)
It's so big, I gotta cash in (Cash in)
Made me go eat som'n, cookin' up a dope feast
On the phone with Luis
I told 'em bring 'bout four a week (Brr-brr)
No inglo, inglo, inglo
But I made the plug speak (Inglo)
Kilo, kilo, kilo Honcho, El Chapo, Nino (Kilo)
Free throw, free throw, free throw
Got 'em at the line like free throw (Free throw)
[Verse 4]
Kilo got me cookin' like a bistro (Oh)
Gotta survive in the street, that hotline blow
Whole hood too solid, ain't nobody told (Solid)
Get outta line with the gang, **** must be bold
[Verse 5]
Leave me stranded on the island
Watch me make a stove (Whip it)
[Verse 6]
Yeah (Whip)
And call it Wilson (Whip)
(Wilson, yeah) Yeah
Call it Wilson
[Verse 7]
Big Pun (Big Pun)
I might run y'all all down and kill one (Pew, pew)
I might sell two, and keep one (Keep one)
I just like blues that mean money (Blue)
We might split it, but it's a whole ten milli (10 milli)
We might be trippin' when it's time we get the drillin' (Might be trippin')
Hurt they feelings, crown molding ceilings (Crown molding)
Ice chain, "QC" keep on spinnin'
These bitches dangerous, gotta watch 'em 'cause they stealin'
They want yo' fame, they want yo' money
They want yo' feelings
[Verse 8]
All the tears in my grandma casket, no more Easter basket
I can't love no mo' when I left my heart in her casket
[Verse 9]
Servin' that dope in Magic (Serve)
My life was drastic (Serve)
Got a hundred thousand, didn't pay my taxes
It was four us but we feeling like Fantastic (4)
Huncho, Rel, Set, and Take
Whatever you dream we havin' it
[Verse 10]
Skeleton on my wrist, no bones in my closet (Yeah)
Drippin', put that bitch on water, like the faucet
Whole lot of M's in the attic
I got a bad habit
Young **** turned to a savage
He gon' go get at it , yeah
Hear that saxophone, I'm in the air like drones
Hard-head ****, got a head of stones
I'm in South Africa, long way from home
I recorded this when I was in my zone
Written by: Daryl McPherson, Lee Leslie Buddle, Quavious Marshall
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