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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Composer
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chopsquad
Chopsquad
Producer
Barrington Hall
Barrington Hall
Recording Engineer
robbie soukiasyan
robbie soukiasyan
Mixing Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Grrt, bow) Goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, started on the corner (up) Bently Truck, red guts, couple milli' up, could've been a goner (up) I put on for my city, youngins wanna do it, this ain't no persona (up) Richard Mille on my wrist, oh shit, nigga, you say what you wanna (grrt, baow) I was real from the start, still kinda hard, no love for informers Been a real nigga, still a real nigga, they still think I'm a performer Focus, I better my life (yeah), ain't have no place on that corner (no) They so, so mad (so, so mad), but I'ma keep goin' up Trap for a livin' (trap), I was flippin' that pack for a livin' (pack, pack) Who'd thought it'd be rap for a livin'? Back in the day I was packin' a Smith (grrt baow) Make up my mind, then passin' the vision Who put the block on the maddest petition? (Me) I ain't even finna act what it isn't I'm sturdy, gotta move with tactical decisions Broski really good at scorin', shootin' while it's pourin' He ain't good at passin' precision Late nights tryna catch an opp, hit him in his top (boom, boom, boom) Play it cool, get back to the business (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Young nigga livin' the gang way Every nigga here with me the same way (okay) Just a youngin, was playin' that corner (that corner) Now I'm up and they all on my dangling (my way, oh, oh) Where I come from, them trenches we, "Ooh" shit I don't care 'bout shit, bitch, I'm ruthless (ruthless) Pourin' up, I ain't sippin' no Henny But I might just roll up gelato to boost it (boost it) Suckin' dick, bitch, I buy you a toothpick (yeah) I can't argue with you 'cause I poof shit (yeah) And that bag look like you on some fool shit (fuck?) I'ma still pull a string, no acoustic (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Knew when my mama told me I'm a nuisance It cost a couple thousand to go stupid (yeah) Show plus a hundred thousand, are you stupid? (Show) Straight from the bottom now that youngin' too sick Can't whip a car unless it's in the deuces (okay) I'm just a youngin nigga livin' life (okay) They tryna figure me out like a Rubik's (no) I dare pussy nigga tryna fight (I dare) They start duckin', duckin' like they gooses (grrt, bow) Goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, started on the corner (up) Bently Truck, red guts, couple milli' up, could've been a goner (up) I put on for my city, youngins wanna do it, this ain't no persona (up) Richard Mille on my wrist, oh shit, nigga, you say what you wanna (grrt, bow) Goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, started on the corner (up) Bently Truck, red guts, couple milli' up, could've been a goner (up) I put on for my city, youngins wanna do it, this ain't no persona (up) Richard Mille on my wrist, oh shit, nigga, you say what you wanna
Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Tione Merritt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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