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Lil Baby & Lil Durk ft. Travis Scott - Hats Off (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Chi Chi
Chi Chi
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chidi Osondu
Chidi Osondu
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Thanush Perinpanesan
Thanush Perinpanesan
Songwriter
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pierre "P" Thomas
Pierre "P" Thomas
Executive Producer
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Executive Producer
M. "Twan" Traylor
M. "Twan" Traylor
Executive Producer
James Harden
James Harden
Executive Producer
Chi Chi
Chi Chi
Producer
Young TN
Young TN
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nick Rice
Nick Rice
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Justin Gibson
Justin Gibson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Derek Anderson
Derek Anderson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

What's happenin', Chi Chi? Change my name to the kid, that's a baby goat Keep a Drac' like I started up OVO You can get a percent, but I want the most Got a house with a lake, so I bought a boat 'Bout to switch up a play, that's an audible State-to-state, private jet with some model hoes Had to run up more dollars than followers Me and bae take the week off in Cabo Life's a gamble, I'm playin' the lotto I'm bettin' it all 'cause I know that I got 'em 'Member me? I was drivin' Impalas We don't beef, if it's problems, we solve it I remember that D2 revolver I bought for my partner He died in a argument They was hatin', that's why I'm way farther than 'em 'Member askin' my mom where my father been at Ain't no talkin', that fire what I'm tryna get at Niggas cuffin' these hoes that the crew done been had Get them racks out the bank, put it right in the bag Say he wouldn't do that, but he would if he can Hop out marchin' with drums like we play in the band I come straight out the mud, I ain't been in no sand 20 hour flight, had popped me a Xan I got horny, almost fucked on a fan I had thinked about it, I can't end up on Shade Room Everything that I hit, I done paid for She know what I can bring to the table I can tell if it's real by the label We had TV, but we didn't have cable Now I'm richer than all of my neighbors I wear my chain proud, it's a trophy I'm with the same crowd, these the brodies I don't got the same mind, you don't know me You don't gotta do it loud, keep it low-key I'm tryna be here for mine, I can't hold you The Forgiatos 24, this for Kobe I shouldn't have to say, you know that you owe me You ain't gotta search, you know that it's on me Hats off if you keepin' it real It's so easy to fall victim to fake Durk the voice 'cause he know just what to say I'm the hero, I come through, save the day Hats off if you keepin' it real It's so easy to fall victim to fake Durk the voice 'cause he know just what to say I'm the hero, I come through, save the day Bitch, I'm a D-boy, do it for T.Roy I'm on you forever, that's just word to V.Roy I'm with the killas forever, the trenches is in me The Grammys can't change me for nothin' I like the bitches who let me just offer them cash You never gon' ask me for nothin' Never gon' switch Only time I ever switch is a Glock with a motherfuckin' button Rappers be runnin' back, tellin' them bitches we hittin' That's why we don't be tellin' them nothin' 4TF, Only the Family But Four Pockets Full, but we keep it a hundred That shit solid, I done took losses I done turned robbers to killers and bosses I been that nigga from way, way back Way before Uzi was droppin' the cross We just a family, we never recruitin' Clique full of killas, we choosin' to shoot 'em Someone tell Kanye and Kim to just stick to the script And just tell 'em to free Larry Hoover Me, I'm the voice, Baby, the hero Trav like Michael Jackson, yeah Been in it a minute, it's crazy I'm winnin' It only feel like I've been rappin' a year Let a nigga play with me, I'm ready My bitch gettin' rich off cosmetics Life off, they done freed my daddy Lights off, I couldn't see my baby 2010, I had a gun in my Pelle 2011, I was fightin' my celly 2012, I signed my deal in Cali 2021, I'm big as Khaled, oh-woah I wear my chain proud, it's a trophy I'm with the same crowd, these the brodies I don't got the same mind, you don't know me You don't gotta do it loud, keep it low-key I'm tryna be here for mine, I can't hold you The Forgiatos 24, this for Kobe I shouldn't have to say, you know that you owe me You ain't gotta search, you know that it's on me Hats off if you keepin' it real It's so easy to fall victim to fake Durk the voice 'cause he know just what to say I'm the hero, I come through, save the day Hats off if you keepin' it real It's so easy to fall victim to fake Durk the voice 'cause he know just what to say I'm the hero, I come through, save the day (Yeah) After this drop, then it's only a label You see the crosses surroundin' the table But never crosses, we flip ya, alfredo Bro, do a solid without a potato I took the logic and built out a payroll All the whips chocolate, I built it like Legos (let's go) I leave him deceased (yeah) Only way that they ever find peace (yeah) In that case, then I might need a priest (yeah) In the streets, gotta keep the belief Not a wave, gotta keep you a sea (sea) Look for me, gotta keep you a fee (fee) Made a hundred and put it on gold (it's lit) Took the steppas and put 'em on roll (straight up) It's a lotta them ridin' and glidin' and slidin' That's ready to snatch up your soul (yeah) I was 18 still when I got my deal Then Dre had to go up the road (up the road) Now he back outside and see lil' bro, he got believers R.I.P. Big Tone, I know you see us Sorry, gotta fuck on the low, I can't make Cheaters Dawg, we got it bussin' out the bleachers (yeah) It's jumpin' like wall to wall (Trav like Michael Jackson, yeah) (The truth, see, see)
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Durk D. Banks, Dominique Jones, Chidi Steve Osondu, Thanush Perinpanesan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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