Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ceary Veon Houston
Ceary Veon Houston
Songwriter
Jack Mungan
Jack Mungan
Songwriter
Jacob Cornelius
Jacob Cornelius
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Audio Jacc
Audio Jacc
Producer
J. Inc
J. Inc
Producer
VenoTheBuilder
VenoTheBuilder
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Look out, Veno This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients Hol' up, 'cause this might make the news I just pulled up real rude At the house, I'm boolin' cool And, I got on Jimmy Choo She say, "Make me feel good," she like what I do, mm Gucci socks and Dior flops, tennis chain, no Cuban links I got power wit' this .50 Glock, Make you take off all your Cuban links Jump out, pop out, let off shots, I don't usually think, nah, nah Barely know her but she think that I'll buy her anything, hell nah Bend her over, I see what her tail 'bout, and I speed up Domestic, you think I treat her the way that pussy get beat up Dance around like Raven (Huh), you my cheetah Like when I let her stay in, oh She can kick her feet up Clutchin' 30s, Perkies got her workin', she's a 30 popper Caught up surfin', I know how to work it, we gon' murder 'bout it I'm a problem, I got plenty bodies and they know about it What's the problem? Throwin' 'round your body make me show you 'bout it Ooh, blood on my shoes Just be cool, I say, "This might make the news" You like what I do, she told me I'm smooth, oh, mm Enjoyin' this money, kick back, build a patio on top the roof No "Pat-a-Cake," I'm Babe Ruth, hittin' it for the home run Go ask 'em, bitch, I'm paid too, and you know I own somethin' Richard Mill' around your arm do all stuntin' on these hoes Four, three coupes, I been the truth for who ain't know, be cool Hol' up, 'cause this might make the news I just pulled up real rude At the house, I'm boolin' cool And, I got on Jimmy Choo She say, "Make me feel good," she like what I do, mm Tsunami, got her wet, typhoon I'm a pimp, bitch, tie my shoe Want your friend and sister too I'm a Mac, go check computers For them stats, it gon' get ruthless Watch my back, they move, you shoot 'em Ain't put it on wax and they know how I do it
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Get up to 2 months free of Apple Music
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out