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Young Thug - Abracadabra (feat. Travis Scott) [Official Lyric Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
London Holmes
London Holmes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Mixing Engineer
BAINZ
BAINZ
Mixing Engineer
Jenso "JP" Plymouth
Jenso "JP" Plymouth
Additional Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Abracadabra Diamonds blinging, you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah) Take these b- to Four Seasons and then we wrestle (woah, yeah) Every motherf- season, I get better (woah, yeah) (woah, yeah) Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah) All this gold on me looking like a trophy (yeah) You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah) Your b- riding my d- like she owe me (yeah, yeah) First l- I ever hit was for a Rollie I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie She seen the drip and then let me hit like Ginóbili And I been looking 'round the city since a shawty (woo) Ha, ha (woo, woo) Ha, ayy Mistress, mistress, tell me who my mistress is Who the f- is the creator of the drip and sh-? Got all these b- on my d- and yeah, they milkin' sh- Niggas ain't doubled, doubled down 'cause we drippin' sh- Just a diamond in the rough I got a bag, I'm not gon' tussle Got sick and tired of showing my muscle I'm 'bout to take these n- I'm making sure they missing Um, listen, I was littin' She shut up and catch a drip-drip I got implants, not no fillings Gucci, Louis shoes, and Fendi Made a million, I was straight up off a - Ha, ha (woo, woo) Abracadabra Diamonds blinging, you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah) Take these b- to Four Seasons and then we wrestle (woah, yeah) Every motherf- season, I get better (woah, yeah) (woah, yeah) Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah) All this gold on me, looking like a trophy (yeah) You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah) Your b- riding my d- like she owe me (yeah, yeah) First l- I ever hit was for a Rollie I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie She seen the drip and then let me hit like Ginóbili And I been looking around the city since a shawty (woo) Ha, ha (woo, woo) Ha, ayy Abracadabra (woo) When the rock disappear in my Shasta (yeah) Way I poof to the crib down from NASA (yeah) She pull up, drink all my red, think she Dracula Benz Mexican, make it faster (skrrt) Way I drive the body, I can't crash her Way we left the room was a disaster (skrrt) She like her body plastic, her walls plastered Come like money, cover her all in the proceeds Got a Patek that say, "B," this sh- cost millies In a second, man decided turn to billi' Can't split this fifty-fifty with you, b-, you silly (let's go) I ain't gon' front, I been back at it I ain't tryna (phew, phew, phew), don't need no ins Please lock it down with speeds, rollin' with the clique Me, I make the magic with the brown one with the hips, yeah Abracadabra Diamonds blinging, you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah) Take these b- to Four Seasons and then we wrestle (woah, yeah) Every motherf- season, I get better (woah, yeah) (woah, yeah) Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah) All this gold on me looking like a trophy (yeah) You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah) Your b- riding my d- like she owe me (yeah, yeah) First l- I ever hit was for a Rollie I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie She seen the drip and then let me hit like Ginóbili And I been looking around the city since a shawty (woo) Ha, ha (woo, woo) Ha, ayy (We got London on the track) Yeah (woo) (Metro) ha, ha (woo, woo) Ha, ayy
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Jeffrey Williams, Leland Tyler Wayne, London Tyler Holmes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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