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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Ferg
Performer
Future
Performer
Mike WiLL Made-It
Programming
Truebeatzz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darold Brown
Composer
Jean Marcel Day
Composer
Michael L. Williams II
Composer
Nayvadius Wilburn
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
Truebeatzz
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Aleksi Godard
Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Engineer
Rachel Blum
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo hunt, pass me the Luar bag
We gotta make Nobu before 9:00
[Chorus]
Live from Atlanta, hit Allure, swipe the credit card, money on deck
Woke up in the Four Seasons, 30,000 ones in the Luar bag
Only thing you airing is a bnb, ****, you ain't built like that
Take the sewer gang on the ski trip so they don't drill like that
Mama keep calling, say I'm disrespectful how I treat a mill' like that
I'm like Jesus in the trenches, swear I feel like that
I feel like Noah with a yacht, a few of them birds in the back
Givenchy model giving me top, oh nah, we can't post that
[PostChorus]
Nah, we ain't postin' a lot of shit
We live real life, ****
[Verse 1]
All of my **** is clean, all of my bitches is mean
Gettin' it straight out the mud, investin' a mill' in the team
Diamonds that drip in the club, I came a long way from the building with feens
Psycho was hangin' with thugs and stashin' the snug in 515
Well, I got somethin' to tell you, Darold is livin' his dream
Pull up in a 'Gatti in front of the projects, I'm makin' a scene
Give all of my plaques to the hood 'cause it never meant nothin' to me
All of them trips out to Houston, I'm pickin' up pussy and lean
My daddy used to introduce me to killers that came out of Queens
Never meant to be a rapper, now I got a billion streams
[Chorus]
Live from Atlanta, hit Allure, swipe the credit card, money on deck
[Verse 2]
A hundred killers when I'm in the city like they want my head
I'm just a street ****, just rapping, my day ones went fed
You took a plead on my slime, won't be surprised if you ended up dead (Slap)
I been going brazy in the trap, I need to take my meds (Let's go)
I keep body snatchers, kidnappers with me, that's a finnact (Let's go)
I put real trappers and real scammers on the mizzap
Say I'm the reason your lil' brother pop the Percs and sip that
Gotta use a glove and mask to cook the fetni whip like that
5,000 shots at my show, they ain't built like that
Done took a plea out on ya co-do, get killed like that (Why?)
You claim you slimin' **** out, you ain't built like that (You ain't built like that)
Signing a statement you ain't my twin, why you cap like that? (Why you back?)
I'm in the club, I got two Glocks while I'm strapped like that (Two Glocks)
I'm in the beam, I feel like 'Pac, gotta watch my back (Tupac)
You one of mines, you know you signed a Death Row contract
A hundred bloods, we mobbin' out, you think Suge Knight back
Freebandz
[Chorus]
Live from Atlanta, hit Allure, swipe the credit card, money on deck
Woke up in the Four Seasons, 30,000 ones in the Luar bag
Only thing you airing is a bnb, ****, you ain't built like that
Take the sewer gang on the ski trip so they don't drill like that
Mama keep calling, say I'm disrespectful how I treat a mill' like that
I'm like Jesus in the trenches, swear I feel like that
I feel like Noah with a yacht, a few of them birds in the back
Givenchy model giving me top, oh nah, we can't post that
[PostChorus]
Nah, we ain't postin' a lot of shit
We live real life, ****
Written by: Darold Brown, Jean Marcel Day, Michael L. Williams II, Nayvadius Wilburn