Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
2 Chainz
Vocals
Quavo
Vocals
Offset
Vocals
Takeoff
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Ronald LaTour
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Brock Korsan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Daryl McPherson
Mixing Engineer
Larry Anthony
Mastering Engineer
Michael Dottin
Mixing Engineer
Quavious Marshall
Mixing Engineer
Ronald LaTour
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
[Verse 2]
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
[Verse 3]
Fresh out, outta the bed
Count up the deads (Bow, bow)
We heard what you said
We heard what you said
If I wasn't trappin'
I'd be wrapin' up them bundles (Trapping)
If I wasn't rappin'
I'd be trappin' out the condo (Know I'm sayin')
Nah, for real no cap
My money long like anaconda (Know I'm sayin')
Nah, for real no cap
I keep a sack like Savon Tucker (Sacks)
If you think about runnin' with that
Then you in trouble (Think about it)
If you think about runnin' with that
Then you in trouble (Gone)
[Verse 4]
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
(Nah, for real no cap) You **** in trouble
(My money long like anaconda) You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
(If you think about runnin' with that) You **** in trouble
(Then you in trouble) You **** in trouble
[Verse 5]
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads (Fresh out the bed)
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads (Count up the deads)
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads (2 Chainz)
[Verse 6]
Gang bang, slang 'caine
Heroin, half a ton, “Purple Haze”
Cam'ron plays off a Samsung
Gettin' the job done
If I go jog at night
Call it a mall run
You know what I did last night
'Cause I gave her all ones
You **** in trouble
Rock chains by the double
Got dames by the double
Do everything but cuddle
Might buy a bowling alley
I got mine out the gutter
Fully automatic
And it don't go stutter
Rrraaah!
[Verse 7]
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
(Nah, for real no cap) You **** in trouble
(My money long like anaconda) You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
(If you think about runnin' with that) You **** in trouble
(Then you in trouble) You **** in trouble
[Verse 8]
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh count up the deads
[Verse 9]
Hop out the bed and I'm countin' them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin'
No 20's or 50's, just Benjamin Franklin
Block on lock, call me Kurt Angle
I keep the banger, my brother my partner
Don't fuck with no strangers, they tryna get famous
I put the hood on my back when theses ****
Couldn't do nothing but love it, but **** still hated
Know they ain't real but these **** gon' fake it
And if they got a problem my **** come straighten it
**** debatin' , they hatin', they plottin', they waitin'
They want my ice, tell 'em come take it
Had people tell me that I couldn't make it
Now I'm doin' shows out of state in the nations
My mama told me I gotta stay humble, boy
Don't be too ready, you gotta have patience
[Verse 10]
Droppin' them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full, Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot a hunnid round clip like Wilt Chamberlin
Go to the top and I'm gon' bring the gang in
Bitch, do anything to get famous
My wrist cost me a brick and it's frigid
I'm rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you **** ain't gangsta
[Verse 11]
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
(Nah, for real no cap) You **** in trouble
(My money long like anaconda) You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
You **** in trouble
(If you think about runnin' with that) You **** in trouble
(Then you in trouble) You **** in trouble
Written by: Brock F. Korsan, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Quavious Marshall, Ronald LaTour, Tauheed Epps
