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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Pearson
Christopher Pearson
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YC
YC
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Angie Randisi
Angie Randisi
Recording Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Sterling Stacy
Sterling Stacy
Assistant Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We did some shit that we was never 'posed to do If I ain't put you down, you still wouldn't have a clue They say you get around, so what to me, you new Just know I'm down for whatever you wanna do But lately I been indecisive, it's probably best for you to choose New Ferrari cost an M, if you want one, I'm buying two Fell in love with stacking hunnids plus my favorite color blue Started all this shit with nothing, ain't no way that I can lose If I run into the opps, then we gone eat, bruh say they food Hunnid million dollars cash inside the room, yeah, that's my mood Ain't seen the hood in a minute, but shh, I'm still in tune We got sticks and we outside, I live my life like I'm a goon We fell in love with shit we never 'posed to love You start acting out of character, I blame it on the drugs I gave everything I could, I guess my good ain't good enough Had some people fuck me over, so I keep my guard up New Ferrari got two motors, gas station, charge up I remember tryna run it up to snatch a charger I told brodie keep his prayers up, know God got us I been showing too much love, if I keep going, my heart'll bust They know they can't fuck with us I see her, I get a rush Don't go missing, stay in touch I won't fold or bend or break, I swear I'm solid as they come I am not lil' dude, he might be two, but he cannot be one I walk out, my hand on my gun, I gotta make it back to my son Dive in the end zone, I can't fumble Invest a couple M's with my mama Live like Jack but I don't like drama Bulletproof Cadillacs like Obama They know to shoot first, no warning Sometimes staying focused get boring I'm tryna touch a hunnid on this run Bottega bomber on this shit foreign, yeah Bitches trifling, niggas sniping, ain't no love, a nigga'll hit your baby mom Tom Ford jacket, bell-bottoms, ain't going to prom though Marble countertop, heated floors, I'm from the slum, hoe I play as the glue in this shit and make sure we stick together Brodie lost his life, and it inspired me to get my shit together Ain't no sense in me putting time in if it don't even matter If you don't get it, you throw a fit, and I'm starting to peep a pattern You could've just brushed that off, you had to be dramatic 765 McLaren, this ain't the one they got Brabus truck at least half a ticket, I got it in the projects If anything, I tried to help you, I ain't never try to knock you We fell in love with shit we never 'posed to love You start acting out of character, I blame it on the drugs I gave everything I could, I guess my good ain't good enough Had some people fuck me over, so I keep my guard up Bitches trifling, niggas sniping, ain't no love, a nigga'll hit your baby mom Tom Ford jacket, bell-bottoms, ain't going to prom though Marble countertop, heated floors, I'm from the slum, hoe
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Christopher A. Pearson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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