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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
Pooh Shiesty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Mason
Songwriter
Kelton Scott II
Songwriter
Lontrell Donell Williams Jr.
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
@FranchiseDidIt
Producer
LilJuMadeDaBeat
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Matthew Edward Robinson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Used to dream of driving foreigns had to grab one
Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one, I admit that
God gone have to call and tell me to give yo' sh- back
I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a sh- bag
Lil Juan got killed, it hit me, been my n- since elementary
Justin tried to make me go half on buddy lawyer, I wasn't wit' it
All these n- do is brag but go out bad, I just don't get it
They be poppin' on the 'Gram, but they can't pop out in my city
Every charge I had dismissed, - my kids, you don't get no kiss
I'on't play games but a n- send blitz
Everything change when a n- get rich
Glock with a switch, how a n- gone miss?
Made you that, now a n- tryna diss
Some of this sh-, I'm just never gone get
I'on't f- around, I can still get bricks
Foes to the grave, I ain't never gone switch
Where the f- I'm gon' go?
She got everything, Young Coco
I just gave my hood some more hope
We just sold another truck-
Bought her everything in Soho
She can't keep me on the low-low
You know I'm a big bill (ayy, yuh)
You know I got big drill
Two F&N's sittin' up in my lap, can't even control the wheel
I gotta start actin' more like a rapper and stop tryna -
Some n- wit' me caught a -, keep it solid with me still
Play with us, I bet you call it off
They know big Shiest take beef for real (brrrrrdt)
Then the more I get to flashin', get to crashin', I ain't tryna chill
Yo' b- gon' drop her -, diamonds dancin', I'm just standin' still
I used to go zip sh- up for a ten, now, it's gone cost -
N- don't never wanna put in work, pick up my chop, know how I do
If you spot Shiesty with Baby, we slidin' round with four carbons full (yup)
But them n- just tired of gettin' bullied, we is not into it (yup)
When I see all them views watchin', wait 'til I put you up in a wood
9/11, we got eyes on 'em, b- overstood
I pull up shootin' up in your projects, say I can't go to my hood
(Brdddt, brddt, brddt)
Aye, yuh
Used to dream of driving foreigns had to grab one
Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one, I admit that
God gone have to call and tell me to give yo' sh- back
I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a sh- bag
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Julian Martrel Mason, Lontrell Dennell Williams Jr., Kelton Lanier Scott Ii
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