Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ATL Jacob
Producer
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Bryan Anzel
Assistant Engineer
Mike Synphony
Assistant Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Ivy Green
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
WIZRD of Oz
Uni-uni-unicorn
(ATL Jacob)
Unicorn
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Gave the Philippe to that lil bitty bitch and I made her a monster
I can't address all the issues I'm dealin' with, I'm goin' bonkers (I'm goin' brazy)
You not meetin' up to my criteria, I'm not responsive
We done kidnapped your girl on the low and she been goin' bonkers (She goin' brazy)
I had apartments filled up with the work, you can go ask Tonya (She gon' tell you)
I spent twenty G's just on one purse, I'm gettin' at that llama (That's on God)
I came straight from that muhfuckin' dirt, but then I had conquered this
I'm on that purp like a unicorn after I came from The Dungeon
[Verse 3]
We can do yachts and we can do jets whenever we luncheon
We doin' three at a time, no lie, this life is a bungee
I was damn near out my mind, a **** wouldn't front me
I had to go and get on my grind, that broke shit haunt me
I got 'em comin' in all different kinds, flyin' out the country
Fill up a Glock with nothin' but that lead and go get some money
Went to Jamaica, I was sippin' on red with my Venezuelan
I went and jumped in the pool outta bed with some Saudi Arabians
I got 'em comin' in fresh off the boat, they lovin' the caterin'
We came up piss poor, I had to Tom Brady it
I got some bags just sittin' out in England, but I ain't savin' it
She got that Boston, Massachusetts, I'ma Mercedes it
She go and sellin' it, prostitution, but I ain't hatin' it
I got them models comin' by the fews, I hope you relatin' it
After I made her tie my shoes, I made her my favorite
Everything we did exclusive, ain't no way fakin' it
Fifty million on one play, that's how we be makin' it
And I came up outta red clay, there ain't no debatin' it
And I got diamonds in the face, you can feel the a-radiance
And I got some fine shit on the way, I think she Israelian
Last year, we bought AK, every single day we did
All this shit, take it to your grave, a **** ain't sayin' shit
Glock 40 knock down an elephant, if he a maniac
**** gon' squeeze, unload out the clip, but I'll put one more in there
[Verse 4]
Gave the Philippe to that lil bitty bitch and I made her a monster
I can't address all the issues I'm dealin' with, I'm goin' bonkers
You not meetin' up to my criteria, I'm not responsive
We done kidnapped your girl on the low and she been goin' bonkers
I had apartments filled up with the work, you can go ask Tonya
I spent twenty G's just on one purse, I'm gettin' at that llama
I came straight from that muhfuckin' dirt, but then I had conquered this
I'm on that purp like a unicorn after I came from The Dungeon
[Verse 5]
Millions on millions on millions, I been goin' brazy since came out the dungeon
I put the stick in his head and it came out the guts and it came out the stomach
I put this dick in her pussy then I fucked this bitch, beat it up bada-bum, bitch
I chop the top automatically, inside it's orange, I been callin' it pumpkin
[Verse 6]
New Lamborghini a Urus, it came in all orange, it look like a pumpkin
I'm feelin' just like a WIZRD, I went got a million, I came out the dungeon
When I get back to the ghetto, I serve you like petrol, I been on that fuck shit
Hop in that Porsche, push the pedal, you not on my level, get served for the L-O, L-O
[Verse 7]
I make it rain like I'm Pedro, tacos and equal dinero
I'm takin' care of her stilettos, all of her hair and her clothes
I met this girl and I told her to sit on my sack, lemme play with her buns
I met this girl out the ghetto, then I can't compare her to none of you runts
[Verse 8]
Went on the jet out to LA, we smoking Gelato, but I want some Runtz
454 on the freeway, feel like my C-day, I got me two sluts
I put some ice in the Patek, new Richard Mille, I'm at the top like a attic
Hot like a skillet, fuckin' on one of the baddest, carat inside of her titty
[Verse 9]
Gave the Philippe to that lil bitty bitch and I made her a monster
I can't address all the issues I'm dealin' with, I'm goin' bonkers
You not meetin' up to my criteria, I'm not responsive
We done kidnapped your girl on the low and she been goin' bonkers
I had the apartment filled up with the work, Go ask Tonya
I spent twenty G's just on one purse, I'm gettin' at that llama
I can't came straight from that that muhfuckin' dirt, but then I had conquered this
I'm on that purp like a unicorn after I came from The Dungeon
Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn, Jeffery Williams, Sergio Kitchens, Jacob Canady