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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Future
Stimme und Gesang
Metro Boomin
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter:in
Leland Wayne
Songwriter:in
Andre Proctor
Songwriter:in
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Future
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Metro Boomin
Produzent:in
Dre Moon
Produzent:in
Eric Manco
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Victor Luevanos
Ingenieurassistent:in
Aaron Fugeri
Ingenieurassistent:in
Darrell Jackson
Produzent:in
Ethan Stevens
Mischtechniker:in
Joe LaPorta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
Yeah, I'm on a overload, yeah
I'm on a overload, I'm on a overload
Yeah
I'm on a overload
Fulfill your ego, flyer than an eagle, I'm on a overload
I pop one up like The Beatles, I'm goin' roller coaster
I'm goin' fully loaded with my feet up
Put eight zips into one liter
Yeah, smokin' on Kush, drink apple juice
Canary yellow ice like apple juice
Jumpin' out fly like parachute
Broke bitches goin' out sad with you
Three main chicks on Adderall
Maybach coupe, I smash it up
Came from the bottom, you imagine this
Drinkin' out the bottle, ain't an average cup
Cartier bracelet, love cuffs
Stars in the roof when I roll up
A line full of dimes when I showed up
Freeband Gang all they throwed up
It was ten spaceships when I showed up
Alligator soft, from the floor up
Gold diggin' bitches 'bout to throw up
Higher than a blimp when I go up
Hop on a Lear, then we go up
Money in the bag, don't fold up
All around the globe, they know us
Everywhere we go, got it sewed up
Thousand and one hitters when we roll up
Transformer coupe, got the doors up
Pretty little bitch got her nose up
Hunnids up, M's was the quota 'til a nigga got way closer
V12 on my motor, never been a day I was sober
All a nigga hang around is rollers, walk in the bank, smell like Doja
Hop out on the curb like a soldier, Hermès on a nigga shoulder
The game very cold, but I'm colder, I'm watchin' out for the vultures
Mixin' the dope and the soda, a double M on my cover
One thing 'bout my brothers, we all out the struggle
Came out the motherfuckin' gutter, none of these niggas can touch us
I came up servin' the butter, the gang got it covered like mustard
I might say I love ya, but I definitely don't trust ya
I'm on a overload
Fulfill your ego, flyer than an eagle, I'm on a overload
I pop one up like The Beatles, I'm goin' roller coaster
I'm goin' fully loaded with my feet up
Put eight zips into one liter (yeah)
I'm on a overload, yeah
I'm on a overload
I'm on a overload, yeah
Drinkin' out the bottle, ain't an average cup
Cartier bracelet, love cuffs, stars in the roof when I roll up
A line full of dimes when I showed up
Freeband Gang all they throwed up
It was ten spaceships when I showed up
Alligator soft, from the floor up
Gold diggin' bitches 'bout to throw up
Higher than a blimp when I go up
Hop on a Lear, then we go up
Money in the bag, don't fold up
All around the globe, they know us
Everywhere we go, got it sewed up
Thousand and one hitters when we roll up
Transformer coupe, got the doors up
Pretty little bitch got her nose up
Hunnids up, M's was the quota 'til a nigga got way closer
V12 on my motor, never been a day I was sober
All a nigga hang around is rollers walk in the bank, smell like Doja
Hop out on the curb like a soldier, Hermès on a nigga shoulder
The game very cold, but I'm colder
Broke bitches goin' out sad with you
Three main bitches on Adderall
Cartier bracelet, love cuffs
Line full of dimes when I showed up, yeah
Freeband Gang what they throwed up
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Leland Tyler Wayne, Andre Eric Proctor, Darrel Jackson
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