Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ATL Jacob
Producer
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Mike Synphony
Assistant Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Ivo Groenendijk
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Drinkin' lean, totin' extendos (Extendo)
Phantom long like a limo (Like a limo)
I've been poppin' since my demos (Since my demos)
I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch (My demos bitch)
[Verse 2]
I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch (My demos bitch)
Yeah, bust the bales down in the kitchen, bitch (The kitchen, bitch)
Yeah, cookin' coco, water whip that shit (Water whip that shit)
Yeah, pull the boat up, we want all the bricks (Want all the bricks)
Yeah, call your hoe up, she take all the dicks (She take all the dick)
Yeah, I took four, feel like a rocket ship (Like a rocket ship)
Yeah, ice on both arm, got me in galaxy (Got me in galaxy)
Yeah, Louis V throw-on got me arrogant (Got me arrogant)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, we had them chickens filled up in the dually
I'm tellin' you, you can ask Chuck if he calls
I had the pounds, the pills, whatever you want
You puttin' a cut on it, dog
I went to space and they never gon' come out of Earth
They gon' throw a little salt
You chargin' 4K for Actavis, dog, it's good
You need to bring it all
Police done stopped comin' through lil Mexico
'Cause we made the laws
Soon as I got my first check I was cricket
So I had paid them off
Soon as they get word a **** snitchin'
They gotta knock him off
Soon as we get them birds we go tweakin'
Then we go ship 'em off
[Verse 4]
I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch (My demos bitch)
Yeah, bust the bales down in the kitchen, bitch (The kitchen, bitch)
Yeah, cookin' coco, water whip that shit (Water whip that shit)
Yeah, pull the boat up, we want all the bricks (Want all the bricks)
Yeah, call your hoe up, she take all the dick (She take all the dick)
Yeah, I took four, feel like a rocket ship (Like a rocket ship)
Yeah, ice on both arm, got me in galaxy (Got me in galaxy)
Yeah, Louis V throw-on got me arrogant (Got me arrogant)
[Verse 5]
Yeah, we had them chickens filled up in the dually
I'm tellin' yeah, you can ask Chuck if he calls
[Verse 6]
I had the pounds, the pills, whatever you want
You puttin' the cut on the dog
I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch, yeah
Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn, Jacob Canady
