Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Lesidney Ragland
Lesidney Ragland
Songwriter
Isaiah Devoe
Isaiah Devoe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TM88
TM88
Producer
Yung Icey
Yung Icey
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Mixing Engineer
Bryan Anzel
Bryan Anzel
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
TooDope
TooDope
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uhh, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa
[Verse 2]
Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird
Got the drop on my opps, I'm never gon' say a word
It's time to go berserk, I been dyin' to go berserk
Grey Poupon, spillin' wine on your shirt
Went on a stain, after I hit it, had to go to church
Selling cocaine, cookin' up chickens, don't nobody care
And I done spent countless nights workin' inside the kitchen
Drivin' in a car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes
[Verse 3]
Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird
Got the drop on my opps, I'm never gon' say a word
It's time to go berserk, I been dyin' to go berserk
Grey Poupon, spillin' wine on your shirt
Went on a stain, after I hit it, had to go to church
Selling cocaine, cookin' up chickens, don't nobody care
And I done spent countless nights workin' inside the kitchen
Drivin' in a car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes
[Verse 4]
Smokin' green loud, grape Gushers, yeah
Hangin' in the trap where learned to hustle, yeah
Flex, I done doubled up my cup
Can't explain the way I grind, can't explain it (Don't change up)
Sold nickels, sold dime bags, now I'm famous
Been posted up with the murder squad, we're all hangin'
Stay low in the cut, had to fake it till a **** made it
I'm the same **** I been, every single day, I'm gettin' faded
I was gettin' it in times ten when the police raided
Soon as I elevated, finessin' went elegant
They can't tell I was vicious when I was treacherous
I could've failed, I turned it up and went executive, yeah
[Verse 5]
Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird
Got the drop on my opps, I'm never gon' say a word
It's time to go berserk, I been dyin' to go berserk
Grey Poupon, spillin' wine on your shirt
Went on a stain, after I hit it, had to go to church
Selling cocaine, cookin' up chickens, don't nobody care
And I done spent countless nights workin' inside the kitchen
Drivin' in a car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes
[Verse 6]
Order up six hundred bottles and sixty bitches
I've been havin' bitches star struck, don't get in your feelings
I been countin', oh yeah, I'ma keep it a trillion
Changin' up velocity because of curiosity
I had to kill the cat, I'ma tell the truth
5-star bitch wearin' all white and I got it (Murder)
Kept it true, dressed her up like a stylist (Murder)
Pick any car you want it's like you hit the lottery (Whoa-whoa)
Diamonds are forever for you, yes, an eternity (Whoa-whoa)
**** can't be fuckin' with you, they just like burnin' me (Woo)
Need a down bitch that can transport a kilo (Super)
I need a down bitch, purse fat like a sumo, keep it one thousand
[Verse 7]
Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird
Got the drop on my opps, I'm never gon' say a word
It's time to go berserk, I been dyin' to go berserk
Grey Poupon, spillin' wine on your shirt
Went on a stain, after I hit it, had to go to church
Selling cocaine, cookin' up chickens, don't nobody care
And I done spent countless nights workin' inside the kitchen
Drivin' in a car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes
[Verse 8]
Used to pray for a key
Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn, Bryan Simmons
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