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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Lucas Depante
Lucas Depante
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Juke Wong
Juke Wong
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
James Dunn
James Dunn
Assistant Engineer
Dylan Spence
Dylan Spence
Assistant Engineer
Aaron Fugeri
Aaron Fugeri
Assistant Engineer
Kai Sato
Kai Sato
Assistant Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demetrius Lewis II
Demetrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ready, ready, ready, ready to cook up Uh, I'm ready to cook up (got that dope) Ready, ready, ready, I'm ready to cook up (yeah) Ready, ready, ready, I'm ready to cook up (Mixtape Pluto) Cut the Rolls-Royce truck in half, pull up Spectre I'm gettin' certain amount of cash, look like a sex symbol (yeah) Heard my name been ringin' bells 'cause I'm a gang member Can't say too much on these tracks 'cause I'm with gravediggers (ay, say, gang) Need a 'script for 'methazine and some pain pills (and some pain pills) I got fame, but with these streets, nigga, I stay real They got switches on these glees, I feel safe here (feel safe) Young nigga put you on a tee, you a plate for real (ay, say, gang) Dropped inside the water, spent some dollars on a 'Vert (ay, say, gang) Got a thousand pounds on order, told 'em, "Hit that shit with terps" Paid a thousand for a line of Wock', just poured a cup of syrup I been cookin' dope so long, it smell like cocaine on my shirt Niggas don't pop no pills no more, they ready to crush and snort the Perc' Might pull up in helicopter, dressin' like I'm goin' to church (ay, say, gang) 80-pointer diamonds shinin', Solitaires on my shirt (fuck these hoes, bruh) Said the hood ain't want the Quagen, so we had to send the turtle Cut the Rolls-Royce truck in half, pull up Spectre (ay, say, gang) I'm gettin' certain amount of cash, look like a sex symbol (want a lil' somethin') Heard my name been ringin' bells 'cause I'm a gang member Can't say too much on these tracks 'cause I'm with gravediggers (yeah, yeah) Need a 'script for 'methazine and some pain pills (say, my dogs) I got fame, but with these streets, nigga, I stay real They got switches on these glees, I feel safe here (ay, say, gang) Young nigga put you on a tee, you a plate for real Every day, we been gettin' throwed, sippin' Texas (ay, say, gang) On the wrong side of the road, drivin' reckless I know how to use a Pyrex, I finesse it (ay, say, gang) Take the dirty money, clean it at the washhouse So many bad bitches, this come with the lifestyle (we some rockstars) When you flyin' like a pilot, bring the pipe out (bring that chopper) I'll post up in another nigga hood, all my ice out (brrt, brrt) Strum the stick like a guitar, ready to rock out (brrt, brrt) Cut the Rolls-Royce truck in half, pull up Spectre (ay, say, gang) I'm gettin' certain amount of cash, look like a sex symbol Heard my name been ringin' bells 'cause I'm a gang member Can't say too much on these tracks 'cause I'm with gravediggers Need a 'script for 'methazine and some pain pills (ay, say, gang) I got fame, but with these streets, nigga, I stay real They got switches on these glees, I feel safe here Young nigga put you on a tee, you a plate for real
Writer(s): Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Wesley Tyler Glass, Lucas Depante Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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