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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
Budda Beats
Budda Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachary Thomas
Zachary Thomas
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budda Beats
Budda Beats
Producer
Chip Cannon
Chip Cannon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Got a lotta new flames need 'em blue Three hundred fifty thou', times that by two New Dawn, no roof, I still the sky Peace to my grandma, I still see my guys Turned his back, must've felt let down Heard a down-set-hut, what you gon' bet now? Yeah, I used to be a twerp, bitch, a vet now Luke, get up, doggy, I need you Only nigga made sure that I was eatin' Free Nef still, nigga, RIP Reese Get her nails done, still charge for the feature Baby, we ain't that, nah, we ain't this All that fuckin', I don't do no kissin' Bitches ain't shit, word to my niggas All in my mentions (Yeah) Bitch really wanna get hired Tell the lil' hoes I'm Bryson I done hit more shit than Mike Tyson Get popped, nigga, I ain't doin' no fight Sinnin' 'bout cash, I ain't doin' no right Car too fast, can't stop at no light I hit the gas, skrrt and I pull off I'm on they ass, I just took a year off She shakin' her ass, call me when she get off Took half a mil' for my lil' bro to get out That new Richard Mille made me feel like a boss Feel like I'm Meech when I'm runnin' these cars Who you know pull up, whole entourage in a foreign? I got designer for days but it's somethin' about 'em Go crazy for white Air Force One, maybe 'cause I'm a dope boy He be live but he ain't makin' no noise 'Ventador on the ground like a skateboard If I want it, I get it, I pay for it I pay extra, I ain't tryna wait for it Everything that I got, it was made for me I was servin' them trap houses faithfully Everybody with me gotta eat Say your grace with me Thou shall not try one of us, if they do I'ma bust Please don't reach for no chain Not 'bout the set, but it's more 'bout respect If they get me upset, they gon' die, that's on gang Ran up my check, when I walk in the bank They greet me at the door by my government name I made a promise, I'm never gon' change Rolls Royce umbrella, I'm hopin' it rain, yeah Right back on it, designer my garments Corner store mornings, there until the sun down I don't trust no one, I can't put my gun down Goin' number one now, hottest out Hands down, bands out, pants down, yeah, I'm thuggin' I done got rich, everybody my cousin You ain't servin' no packs with me, you ain't my brother That chopper go through shit, I call it, the cutter I just bought a new whip, I went bought another My mother, she happy now Ain't no cap and gown, but I graduated Her house paid for, and that new Mercedes Know you that they been tryna be me lately I'm a heavy hitter like Gervonta Davis That shit ain't gon' save 'em, leave 'em on the pavement All I know is get this motherfuckin' paper Thou shall not try one of us, if they do I'ma bust Please don't reach for no chain Not 'bout the set, but it's more 'bout respect If they get me upset, they gon' die, that's on gang Ran up my check, when I walk in the bank They greet me at the door by my government name (Hello?) I made a promise, I'm never gon' change Rolls Royce umbrella, I'm hopin' it rain, yeah Bitches ain't shit, doggybone, I get it Fell in love twice, had me in my feelings Three months, dropped damn near a half a million Nigga, fuck a house, I damn near lost a building Fucked a nigga's hoe, so he say he wanna kill me I miss Tev, she was different I miss Nef, rest in peace to my nigga Damn near wasn't there when they told me they killed you Try and rat? Nigga, fuck on Thirteen thou' VVS, Buffs on Still'll flood a nigga town with a truckload Get the head and I'm out, I don't trust hoes If the feds in the house, a nigga told on me I pray to God my soul to keep G5 just beat his murder Body got picked up, doggy I'm hurt Still pay the lawyer even though I'm nervous Thou shall not try one of us, if they do I'ma bust Please don't reach for no chain Not 'bout the set, but it's more 'bout respect If they get me upset, they gon' die, that's on gang Ran up my check, when I walk in the bank They greet me at the door by my government name I made a promise, I'm never gon' change Rolls Royce umbrella, I'm hopin' it rain, yeah
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Zachary Thomas, Dion Marquise Hayes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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