Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
Lil Durk
Vocals
London On Da Track
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Songwriter
London Holmes
Songwriter
Lil Baby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Nick Rice
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Mfoss
Producer
Rocking Wit Slime
Producer
Tonedeaf
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(We got London on Da Track)
[Verse 2]
How you steady screaming out child support? You don't even support your own child
You don't support none of yo **** locked in them cages
You waiting for trial
I was always one of them **** who the whole hood pray make it out
Don't shoot the innocent bystanders
If you gon' slide, then make it count
Going around this bitch like you real with it, whole time you a clown
Fuck if you ain't OTF or 4PF I think out loud
I can't trust you if you run off with some clothes
I can just imagine pounds
Chicago hoes act like they love you but rob you
I'm just putting you down
Friends or not
You touch one of my chains, them **** gon' put you down
I'm saving style
Bullet proof Track Hawk cost me a one-eighty Thou
My main homie, talk shit behind my back but I was so in denial
You changed on me
Same **** with me, the same was in my trial
[Verse 3]
All these drugs, I want medical
So high, I'm on cloud 9, I need a parachute
He think I sold his ass some mud, I sold him Theraflu
Take prescription, I need love, that's what I'm telling you
Medical
I need medical
I need medical
I need medical
I need medical
I need medical
I need medical
I need medical
[Verse 4]
Save me, save me, save me, save me, save me
I came up kinda hard, I hope I don't come off crazy
I read between the lines, you really being shady
Militant minded, whole Lotta ARs, we like the Navy
Riding around town with Lil Keed in the 300 blackout
I put the guys on pause, that's the only reason they back out
I signed up for the streets, not UFC, I ain't gon' tap out
They gave big bro a mandatory ten, he 'bout to max out
When he take a pic, his racks out
He go in the house, his strap out
He done really worked his ass off
He been at it his whole life
He'll have a book if he start writing
He don't care about excitement
He been tryna take his time
He done finally got it right
He's important, he thinks he needs drugs to keep going
He loves her, he loves her, he don't be knowing
He stay getting a lot of guap, he don't be showing
He stay with a fuckin' Glock, he don't trust no one
[Verse 5]
All these drugs, I want medical
So high, I'm on cloud 9, I need a parachute
He think I sold his ass some mud, I sold him Theraflu
Take prescription, I need love, that's what I'm telling you
Medical
I need medical
I need medical
I need medical
I need medical
I need medical
I need medical
I need medical
[Verse 6]
All these drugs, I want medical
So high, I'm on cloud 9, I need a parachute
He think I sold his ass some mud, I sold him Theraflu
Take prescription, I need love, that's what I'm telling you
I need medical
I need medical
I need medical
I need medical
Written by: Dominique' Jones, Durk Banks, London Holmes