Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Taurus Currie Jr.
Taurus Currie Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
prodbysmo
prodbysmo
Producer
AJ STAY WORKIN
AJ STAY WORKIN
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jim Bailey
Jim Bailey
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joba Aladeselu
Joba Aladeselu
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Samuel Reyes
Samuel Reyes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Taurus
Taurus
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Taurus
[Instrumental]
Hopscotchin' through the street, I'm tryin' not to fall
She pray to God that I make it home before tomorrow mornin'
I'm tryna tell her to pick a Rollie, but she don't care at all
Don't care nothin' 'bout my drank, my portion's what I'm comin' for
I been keepin' up with my city
High performance on my jacket, Rolls-Royce truck for extra fifty
Just in case I run into her, I'm tryin' my best to stay spiffy, yeah
[Chorus]
See the pussies on the sideline wishin' that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
I just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl
Yeah, I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh, yeah
I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl
[Verse 1]
Every time they call in, young **** ballin'
I went from tellin' them to try me to callin' shots
And I wanna know what's on your mind, what you thinkin' 'bout?
And I wanna know if I can change it, let's take you out
Private flight to France, such to change the trends
I bought her a Richard, now she dance like ants in her pants
Red and white diamonds on my mans, he a ambulance
Half a million to my dad, salad dressing, bought a ranch
He said his last two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patrón, 50 Cent
I bent the corner and seen my bros gettin' rich
Signed another check for a couple million on a jet
Swear to God, 2006, my sickest dream was buyin' a 'Vette
Bought that shit, and then I wrecked, and then I copped another one
Smoked forty-one, this your last batch and I got more to come
Gettin' them bales up by the metric ton, hit up feds or somethin'
Bought a Bentley with a credit card, it's the blackened one
I got shows way in Hong Kong, I'm the chosen one
You frozen tongue, you won't say it twice, I'll greet you with a gun, ****
[Chorus]
See the pussies on the sideline wishin' that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
I just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl
Yeah, I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh, yeah
I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl
Written by: Taurus Bucy Currie Jr and Jeffrey Lamar Williams, Taurus Currie
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