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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Quay Global
Quay Global
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris N'Quay Rosser
Chris N'Quay Rosser
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quay Global
Quay Global
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Cook that shit up, Quay I'm back on I invested in myself, that mean I'm black owned I did this from out the trenches, that's my backbone Free lil' bro he gone again, he just came back home Make my money match my outfit, I got racks on Had to cut off all the leeches tryna latch on Watch my man run up 200 off a trap phone Bet my dogs handle the business, I'ma rap on We put this inside our Glizzys, call 'em scrap ons If you ever disrespectin', you get slapped on I done really ran my check up off of rap songs Everything I say no cap even with my hat on Got caught up in a brawl, I was with a redbone Then I plead the fifth, put on my headphones Lookin' at my bitch I know I'm dead wrong I'ma keep this pimpin' 'til my headstone Still talking in codes on the jail phone Tryna say lil' bruh a rat but who we tell on Just whatever with whoever, how we gon' come Don't play in no band but we got sticks and drums, they go dum-dum-dum Hoppin' out the Bentley truck, we known for actin' stupid Yesterday went four by four, today I'm feelin' coupe I put diamonds on my neck and wrist, and even on my tooth Got the penthouse at the top, the helicopter on the roof Told lil' bruh don't take his ski mask off, he just might have to shoot (fa-fa) I ain't fuckin' with these rappers, lowkey niggas really groupie Told lil' bruh don't take his ski mask off, he just might have to shoot (fa-fa) I ain't fuckin' with these rappers, lowkey niggas really groupie I can't have my way with one, I rather hit 'em in a group I know niggas who bang red and know I'm standing on what's blue You remember we was stuck, we had to come up on the move You remember we lil' thuggin', we had came up on the news Five lines, said she love me, I lied back "I love you too" She want money for her pussy, no complaints is what I do Why you trippin' in your feelings? Really you a prostitute No back and forth, I'm blockin' you Find me someone else to do I'm in Calabasas having dinner with my actress boo I got superstars textin', talkin' 'bout "I'm mad at you" And my other vibe say my other vibe subbin' her She ain't even stuntin', huh She can't even compare to her, yeah Hoppin' out the Bentley truck, we known for actin' stupid Yesterday went four by four, today I'm feelin' coupe I put diamonds on my neck and wrist, and even on my tooth Got the penthouse at the top, the helicopter on the roof Told lil' bruh don't take his ski mask off, he just might have to shoot (fa-fa) I ain't fuckin' with these rappers lowkey niggas really groupie Told lil' bruh don't take his ski mask off, he just might have to shoot (fa-fa) I ain't fuckin' with these rappers lowkey niggas really groupie, yeah
Writer(s): Christopher N'quay Rosser, Dominique Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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