Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson March
Bryson March
Songwriter
Cameron March
Cameron March
Songwriter
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KRAZYMOB
KRAZYMOB
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

They call me Wham and they know who I am, yeah She got that WAP and the way that she use that saliva with top It should come with a mop I need to stop, been out here rocking the game With these features, it's over for niggas as soon as I drop She looking for love but my heart somewhere in a box She trippin', I changed the locks Never tell nobody you seen me by myself Out and about, it was me and the Glock Sun up to sundown ain't none else to do but get money So fuck it, I'm working the block AP a cool quarter million, I'm sorry this watch did not come from me Punching no clock Build up some plays, got my number in motion And got me a spot and start working my flock Why you keep texting me WYD and WYA You giving off cop I told lil' bro if he can't get a knife Get a lock and a sock and just work what you got I know for sure if she wink she'll go I ain't cuffin' these hoes I be swappin' em out We really spin shit, I really did shit I can't talk about 'cause I'm not for the clout They puttin' trackers on cars, watch ya Insta As soon as you dip they gone break in ya house Put unc and a chopper in mines if they ever come in here You better not let none of 'em get out I be performing whenever I'm in it As soon as I nut I should take me a bow I done had this one and this one and this one and that one Like fuck it, let's fuck up the town She super pretty and handle her business Like fuck all these bitches, I'm buckling down She super friendly and like her a nigga who spend it I'm tellin' you don't bring her around She post a picture without my permission Got me in some shit man these women is wild She fucking niggas but think I don't know That shit really a joke, man, lil' mama's a clown I know some hittas who dead to the wrong But they still came home, we took it to trial I'ma tell you when I'm finished (never) I get sturdy when I'm in it (bow) Talkin' 'bout I hurt her feelings (ouch) If I want it I'ma get it (now) Shooters in here, all the windows (down) Oh, you tryna get a bag? (How?) Everybody know we pushin' them pounds, yeah Aye here I go, I ain't walked in a minute Fully in charge, I'm the boss of the business When it's a problem ain't calling nobody The hittas is already with me I come from the heart of the city, the streets I was all the way in 'em I just dropped a banger with Nicki My TRX taller, I lifted it Soon as they harvest, they ship it I just pray to God to forgive me I been out here killin' it It was starting to go left then I shifted it You can come work for me, I got benefits You can't do what I do, I invented it 357 with a switch and extended clip And another clip, that's for backup Stand out the way, I been running my sack up I wish one of you pussy lil' niggas would act up I bet we OD on 'em, bulletproof Cadillac That's 200 racks, I told Lil Ced to go buy 3 of 'em He thinking that he straight 'cause I let 'em skate I hope a nigga know that we on him Hate it had to come to that but ain't no coming back It is what it is Big the quarterback and I'm the running back I get the team up the field Look at my chain, it got bigger Change up yo' face, you look bitter I hold it down for the real ones I'm tryna pocket a billion, get out of line You gone feel me When I get high, that's the real me I know my opps wanna kill me Ain't going nowhere, I'll be here Post your location, we'll be there Get out of place and get beat up I'ma tell you when I'm finished (never) I get sturdy when I'm in it (bow) Talkin' 'bout I hurt her feelings (ouch) If I want it I'ma get it (now) Shooters in here all the windows (down) Oh, you tryna get a bag? How? Everybody know we pushin' them pounds, yeah
Writer(s): Bryson March, Dominique Jones, Dwan Lecurtis Avery, Cameron Keith March Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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