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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Myles Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flo Ongonga
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Myles Harris
Producer
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Pull up with a stick, I pull up with a stick (Mike WiLL Made-It)
I'll pull up with a pink toe, I'm whippin', she suckin' this dick (Ear Drummers)
I put some diamonds on her toes, let that ho know that I'm rich
We was used to pullin' kick doors (That money go for Myles)
[Chorus]
I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head
Bein' a real one is my motto, handle my problems, I ain't scared
I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said
I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds
I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh
Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh
Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah
Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up
[Verse 1]
My bro on a steamin' stove, cookin' crack like grits
Got this vibe on her tippy toes, strokin' her in a pent'
LA live, I'm stayin' at the Loews with this Hollywood bitch
Got a nine and a snubnose, can't wait to let it hit (Let's go, hit)
Pull up with a stick, I'll pull up with a stick
I'll pull up with a pink toe, I'm whippin', she suckin' this dick
I'll put some diamonds on her toes, let that ho know that I'm rich
We was used to pullin' kick doors, you could still call it a lick (Lick)
You broke and can't be fixed, went to Nieman's and spent a nick (Nah)
How you poor? That don't make sense, I made a whole mile off an inch
I had ninety-nine problems, I just scratched your ho off the list
Got some millions and went and solved 'em, now my neck cost a quarter brick
[Chorus]
I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head
Bein' a real one is my motto, handle my problems, I ain't scared
I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said
I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds
I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh
Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh
Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah
Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up
[Verse 2]
Bestie, bestie, I just hit my friend
Told her "Catch me", whoa, "Catch me", whoa, I'ma lick her skin
She so precious, precious, might not fuck again
She too messy, messy, but hittin', no flexin' (No flexin')
Rose gold ornaments (Rose)
Dropped the two tint, car came with no tint (Damn)
You don't gotta use the door, you can hop in front of tip
Bond 9 in the vent, think 'bout dyin' and get spent
I got two B's on my boxers and a thottie in the bed
I know **** ran up a milli', still didn't tell 12 shit (12, 12, 12, shh)
I got skeletons in my closets and they scared of me and shit (Whoa)
Mason Margielas under the bed screamin', "Rock me, kid" (Whoa)
I put water on my head, then she got seasick
Couple opps played dead and they still got hit (What?)
I done bent lil' mama's spine, but that still ain't my kid
Only reason I answer my line is 'cause she drink my spit (Why, no cap)
[Chorus]
I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head
Bein' a real one is my motto, handle my problems, I ain't scared
I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said
I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds
I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh
Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh
Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, uh
Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge
Written by: Jeffery Williams, Michael L. Williams II, Myles Harris, Sergio Kitchens