Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
Tay Keith
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Composer
Jermaine Shute
Composer
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Producer
Quay Global
Recording Engineer
Michael Dottin
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Tay Keith, fuck these **** up
If twelve get behind me, I'ma smash it (Skrrt)
That Z06 so fast hope, I don't crash it (Vroom)
Need another load, I sold my last brick
Exotic, my cars and my broads and my reefer
Yeah, they say it's cheaper to keep her
Yeah, fuck it, I'm rich, so I left her
Shout out the plug, let me keep all the extra
Yeah, I just pulled up in a Tesla
Yeah, pour me a four pop of 'Tussin
Yeah, forty pointers in my necklace
Fuck her and dip, ain't got no time for no breakfast (Nope)
Yeah, I'm building shelves like Tetris
Yeah, I get the money invested
Yeah, I get the pack from the West End
Yeah, I send a pack to the West End
Yeah, it's drippin', it's rare, you can't catch it
Yeah, servin' raw in front of them Alphabet Boys
Quarter million, bought a couple of toys
Neighbors trippin', Demon make too much noise
Fifty racks every week off of shows
Movin' cautious like I'm still on parole
I can't fuck with bitches who be doin' the most
Screamin' fuck the system till they free all the bros
Shoot a thousand, bet a thousand a row
If it ain't a thousand, man, that shit ain't no low
Country boys say they lovin' the road
You know me, I'm tryna serve 'em they dope
Exotic, my cars and my broads and my reefer
Yeah, they say it's cheaper to keep her
Yeah, fuck it, I'm rich, so I left her
Shout out the plug, let me keep all the extra
Yeah, I just pulled up in a Tesla
Yeah, pour me a four pop of 'Tussin
Yeah, forty pointers in my necklace
Fuck her and dip, ain't got no time for no breakfast
Ridin' around with cuz, he got the L's for the straps
Three cell phones in my lap
I'm well known in the trap (It's Lito)
Yeah, you know me, yeah, I used to sell your homies a set
Tell my hoes to relax, these **** police, that's facts
Shots fired, I fleet in a foreign, do he got a warrant?
My lawyer gon' see you in the morning
Lito ain't goin' (Nah)
He got that heater when he be performin'
It's a four in that liter he pourin'
Baby, don't sip like I used to
Love to shoot dice and I do too
Play with my life, I'ma shoot you
I'm way outta town with a pack in a rental
When I ain't rappin', they send 'em
Grindin' up half of a chicken
They catchin' cases, it's all gon' half from a twinner (A midget)
I rap what I'm livin'
Last whip, I wrecked and I left it
Fuck it, I'm still livin' wreckless
Told my lil' bitch that she's selfish
Call up your bestie
I'm tired of fuckin' you separate
Exotic, my cars and my broads and my reefer
Yeah, they say it's cheaper to keep her
Yeah, fuck it, I'm rich, so I left her
Shout out the plug, let me keep all the extra
Yeah, I just pulled up in a Tesla
Yeah, pour me a four pop of 'Tussin
Yeah, forty pointers in my necklace
Fuck her and dip, ain't got no time for no breakfast
Written by: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Dominique' Jones, Jermaine Shute