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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chandler Great
Chandler Great
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Turbo
Turbo
Producer

Lyrics

(Makers) Yeah, I'm gettin' neck on a yacht, hunnid foot parked at the dock Bad ho poppin' they twat, I'm gettin' this shit back on lock Rockin' some Prada high top, I'm cashin' out on a lot Turn this shit back up a notch, fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout I'm back with these racks out the bank, like Titanic, they want me to sink Got a new batch I'm smokin', it's stankin', went to Tootsie's, let her throw a little twinkie They ain't think I go hard in the paint, nigga, I told you, it's fuck what you think, uh Wrap that boy up like a blanket, uh, now take a swim in the lake Took my shirt off, these boys outta shape, and Young Flo gon' come turn up the bass Got Biscotti, I'm smokin' this grade A, got some shrooms take me straight outta space I wake up, all I want is a payday, I got rich without doin' the Nae Nae OG Bobby, this ain't no Lil Ray Ray, gettin' it in, count it faster than straight A's (skrrt) Virgil Mercedes, tinted up, you can't see on the E-way Ballin' like EA, pretty vibes overseas for the C-day (uh) My bitch got a 380, she so up north, shit outta PA Give me neck, yeah, the throat, baby, jump on the yacht, let her go crazy Yeah, I'm gettin' neck on a yacht, hunnid foot parked at the dock Bad ho poppin' they twat, I'm gettin' this shit back on lock Rockin' some Prada high top, I'm cashin' out on a lot Turn this shit back up a notch, fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout I'm back in all black like the crow (back) Papa Doc, niggas thought I would choke (choke) Smack her ass and I grab by the throat (throat), overseas with some treesh on a boat (treesh) Fans see me, they say I'm the GOAT (GOAT), I don't cap, niggas thought it was a joke 800 somethin' for the show (800), leave a 35 Biscotti in the roach (yeah) I'm in London at the Harris, send a photo, I'm rockin' a jacket, let it drag to the floor Poppin' the tags in the Tes', they like, "No more" (no more), add it up fast, and don't tell 'em what's the total (yeah) Feel like spazzin', I'm spazzin' (spazz), droppin' shit back to back on they throat with no promo (promo) Every day, I get fashion, I'm a model rock star with a cropped leather jacket (yeah) My Lambo' the fastest, took the turbo Porsche over to Aston (skrrt) Took the Maybach truck over to Audi (skrrt), can't believe these fuck niggas that doubted Put that shit on, I don't need your stylist (stylist), geek it up and get high as a pilot Got a big house with vibes and we vibin', take the yacht and we sail to an island Yeah, I'm gettin' neck on a yacht, hunnid foot parked at the dock Bad ho poppin' they twat, I'm gettin' this shit back on lock Rockin' some Prada high top, I'm cashin' out on a lot Turn this shit back up a notch, fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout (Fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout)
Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Chandler Durham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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