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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Rupert Thomas
Rupert Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Producer
SEVN Thomas
SEVN Thomas
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Gone in one minute Pull up in the supercar This joint limited edition Tried to tell you ahead of time I wish you would have listened Never tryna hold the ball I'm cool with the assist I just hope lil bruh don't miss I can't lie, someone den pissed me off I'm back up on that shit Treat them niggas block like Lenox Mall, we go in there and spin I know niggas mad I'm number one and they want me to falla I got bad bitches, supermodels, I don't even call All the youngins who be drilling shit you know that come with life Niggas barely try to send you shit You know they ain't gone write What you talkin' bout in real life I can't get caught up in the hype She like why you drive like that I can't get caught up at no light Know my nigga was dead wrong I stand behind him like he right Spent 400 on a Richard Mill I call that wasting time Tried to give you every sign It got me wonderin' is you blind We together when you wit me When you leavin' you ain't mine, yea You owe me for everything Ima take it all the way to the grave before I drop a name You den took a piece of my lil heart so it won't be the same I den got enough to give us all some, we den beat the game, yea You owe me for everything Ima take it all the way to the grave before I drop a name You den took a piece of my lil heart so it won't be the same I den got enough to give us all some, we den beat the game, yea Used to be a time when I couldn't give a thing Never wanna see you go out bad, I tried to give you game You gone throw my feelings in the trash And leave it in the rain Ima leave my feelings in the past I won't come back again (yea) Love it when she come to see me and she wear a sundress I be going stupid in that shit, we having dumb sex She be tryna do it better, turn it to a contest I be smoking rapper weed, I know she get a contact Always switch my number but somehow she stay in contact Stand up for my hood, the whole zone 4 You know I run that Ain't nobody went up top on me and I ain't punch back My dog gone on a life sentence Pay whatever for him to come back I been stackin' M's like they souvenirs, yea, yea I spent 80 grand on some new veneers, yea, yea I been tearing the town up in that new McLaren, yea, yea Ima show my ass for times that I ain't have it (I ain't have it) You owe me for everything Ima take it all the way to the grave before I drop a name You den took a piece of my lil heart so it won't be the same I den got enough to give us all some, we den beat the game, yea You owe me for everything Ima take it all the way to the grave before I drop a name You den took a piece of my lil heart so it won't be the same I den got enough to give us all some, we den beat the game, yea
Writer(s): Matthew Jehu Samuels, Sevn Thomas, Dominique Jones, Sean Aaron Momberger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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