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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TM88
TM88
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Bryan Anzel
Bryan Anzel
Recording Engineer
Mike Synphony
Mike Synphony
Assistant Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(He always has been, the largest drug kingpin, out there)
(And I think he's responsible for)
(For hundreds of quantities of drugs moving into the United States)
[Verse 2]
I wanna live like a drug lord, I wanna be glorious
Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious
I gotta white and black girl, they look like an Oreo
I come through, poppin' it off, call the coroner
You see these chains on my neck, look like Mardi Gras
I'm throwin' cash in the air like a volleyball
Pink shirt on me just to match my diamonds
NASCAR, Lamborghini when I'm drivin'
Big dog but I feel just like a Giant
Withdrawals pass my cup I think I'm dying
[Verse 3]
Say fuck the drug test
Gon' pass my gas mask
Flat screen, I bat back
I see my racks stack
Super light gold, it matte
Hoe caught an asthma attack
Hoes gettin' they toe tag
Kill 'em dead at Hermès
Turned up on purpose
I have her nervous
I don't have no stylist
Make my own purchase
No talk 'bout Gucci
I wrap them turban
Knew she was a hoochie
I had to murk it
Now I got power
I feel like Curtis
I gave her Pucci
I felt like she was worth it
[Verse 4]
I wanna live like a drug lord, I wanna be glorious
Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious
I gotta white and black girl, they look like an Oreo
I come through, poppin' it off, call the coroner
You see these chains on my neck, look like Mari Gras (Ice)
I'm throwin' cash in the air like a volleyball
Pink shirt on me just to match my diamonds
NASCAR, Lamborghini when I'm drivin'
[Verse 5]
Say fuck the drug test
Gon' pass my gas mask
Flat screen I bag, bag
I see my racks stack
[Verse 6]
Say fuck the drug test
Gon' pass my gas mask
Flat screen I bag, bag
I see my racks stack
The WIZRD
Written by: Bryan Simmons, Kevin Gomringer, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tim Gomringer
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