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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Danail Stamatov
Danail Stamatov
Songwriter
Dexter Randall
Dexter Randall
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
Lazerick Seymour
Lazerick Seymour
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Executive Producer
Birdman
Birdman
Executive Producer
DANIBOI
DANIBOI
Producer
Dex Is Real
Dex Is Real
Producer
Zay Takken
Zay Takken
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Producer

Lyrics

On top the mountain Lookin' down on all these niggas hatin' on me (god-damn) And I see I got 'em all debatin' on me, huh Know I'm gon' get paid, can't take this hate all free (yeah-yeah) Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now In the slums, right in that North, where the fuck I was found I was rollin', thuggin' hard with them shottas through town But now I'm livin' in my dream now, dream now Draped down in designer, got these diamonds on my body If you wit' it, then I'm 'bout it, don't care what these people hollerin' I say, "Pop your shit, twin", know I got one cocked in, yeah They want to stop this, no-no, no-not my friend Stop the time, know they know one thing, that my slime That's my brother, that's my sister, and they better not cross the line Stop that cryin', and you can't stop that tryin', and yeah Run wit' gravediggers, you gon' end up dyin', and yeah, huh 911 Porsche, drive this bitch in sport mode Jumped straight off that porch, ridin' with that torch, we play with Dracos Lil' bro, keep it cool until that case closed (case closed) Until then, we live and ball and buy out all the stores (store, store) On top the mountain Lookin' down on all these niggas hatin' on me (god-damn) And I see I got 'em all debatin' on me, huh Know I'm gon' get paid, can't take this hate all free (yeah-yeah) Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now In the slums, right in that North, where the fuck I was found I was rollin', thuggin' hard with them shottas through town But now I'm livin' in my dream now, dream now (huh-huh) Up your stick, 10, if I don't shoot first, know I'm shootin' behind you That's her thick friend, and no, I want 'em both, I ain't decidin' Now it's nightfall, hold up, let me drop my son off These niggas know I don't like y'all, and know that I don't wan' talk She know that I like her, she say that she like me I wonder why she ain't admitted it? Clubhouse with the bad lil' bitty bitches They don't see me but know that I'm kickin' it They be rappin' my songs, they know how I get down They know for a fact that I'm livin' it Now I wanna calm down, but here come the beef And they know for a fact that I'm killin' it Uh, that my side bitch, they know that's my best friend Ooh, pop a Perky, ain't no textin', we be sexin' Ooh, ain't no flexin', don't wan' meet your best friend, I'm rude Ain't no rest, sittin' on top the mountain, just laughin' at these fools On top the mountain Lookin' down on all these niggas hatin' on me (god-damn, let's go) And I see I got 'em all debatin' on me (okay) Know I'm gon' get paid, can't take this hate all free (yeah-yeah) Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now In the slums, right in that North, where the fuck I was found I was rollin', thuggin' hard with them shottas through town But now I'm livin' in my dream now, dream now I say, "Pop your shit, twin" Know I got one cocked in, yeah
Writer(s): Jason Goldberg, Dexter Randall, Daniboi, Kentrell Gaulden, Lazerick Seymour Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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