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INTERPRÉTATION
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Chant
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Alexander Monro
Alexander Monro
Paroles/Composition
Pippa Yurk
Pippa Yurk
Paroles/Composition
Tyler Maline
Tyler Maline
Paroles/Composition
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Paroles/Composition
Horace Walls
Horace Walls
Paroles/Composition
Moritz Busch
Moritz Busch
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Eza
Eza
Production
Shortyyk
Shortyyk
Production
Trademark
Trademark
Production
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Ingénierie de mixage
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Angie Randisi
Angie Randisi
Ingénierie de prise de son
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Under 30, made the Forbes list I'm a walking script, record me This a .30 and a .40 Switch make it hit fast as hell Bitch told me she pray for me, told her pray for Brodienem in the cell I don't got no stylist, Marni shoes and pants, I'm fresh as hell Yes, I know what happened, I ain't no rat, so I ain't gon' never tell You can follow Baby, won't lead you wrong, bro, I ain't gon' never fail you Big was tryna show me the right way to go, I was so rebellious Whatever they doin' don't bother me, bro I'm oh so careless You the type of guy that want the I for real, you oh so selfish I'm the type of guy ready to die for this shit if it gon' prevail us I can't sleep, look at this shit I've built, I know they tryna nail us Give her two or three thousand off the rip, she said she want her nails done Cuban links on just because, this shit really from the mud We handled the business like gentlemen, I can't rock with thugs Jeff can get ten M's if he needed it, you know I rock with Thug All my niggas jack in the boxes, playin', we poppin' up Pop up with them switches on Pop up with that shit on Pop up like my granny, call my granny, lot of chains on I might pop up with your bitch, later on I'll send her home I heard he heard I hit his bitch, so he don't like to hear my songs She said, "Wick you made me sick", how when I'm your medicine? Ain't gay, don't go that way at all, but I love that nigga Benjamin Chop stick, grrt-bah-bah-bah, keep that for the robber men Foreign fabric, cars, and hoes, I'm the only thing American I done stuffed a million in the duffle, smurf dollars blue color Pull up big body Barbus trucks the new Hummers Told me I lay the pipe right, I'm her new plumber It's hard to interact with people, I come from the jungle We some animals in designer clothes and jewelry How we got the same cars they drove in Fast and Furious? Why she ask me "Do I love her?", I said "You can't be serious" (uh) Cold-hearted, touch my chest and you gon' burr Super fast, I'm hit the gas, you hear her skrr-rr 22, five, lil' rico got him pure I was standin' on the block tryna get a rack to buy a Buick Now I'm trim, Lamborghini boy, I know you seen that Urus If I ever run into your bitch, your love life gon' be ruined Take a break, but ain't gon' never gonna stop, this shit to be continued From a traphouse, beatin' down the doors to packin' out the venue When they catch him, they gon' eat him up, I put him on the menu Put piranhas on your ass, three, four hundred on your ass Get the switch, she actin' bad, like your mama on your ass My first deal was worth a couple mil', I still was sellin' bags Maggot bitches trying to tackle me, I'm stiff armin' they ass Google said my net worth five mil', I got that shit in cash Every day my life go up and up, it's hard for me to get mad I'm established, I might pop out, Cactus Jack on like I'm Travis They act happy, but as soon as you turn your back, they try to stab you I done manifested this shit, as soon as I see it I'm gonna grab it I act humble, but you can go and check my numbers, I ain't average I be hearin' shit, but you old washed up niggas, I be laughin' You don't hear nothing 'bout my young niggas, 'cause they know to put on a mask Yeah, pop out with a baddie with me Pop up with Lil' Danem with me Pop up with that cannon on me He can't come, we banned lil' homie
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Alexander William Monro, Tyler David Maline, Movitz Busch, Pippa Yurk, Horance Walls Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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