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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Turbo
Turbo
Programming
Ghetto Guitar
Ghetto Guitar
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Chandler Durham
Chandler Durham
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Turbo
Turbo
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Run that back, Turbo)
[Verse 2]
You **** bogus, I see the imposers
I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
I'm ridin' with my dog and he ain't gotta question
[Verse 3]
I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly
Police got dogs and they can't even smell me
Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly
20's on me, I call 'em green relish
Balmain my jeans, if not, they Embellish
Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly
P-H in the sky, we got 'em already
PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it
Creepin' at night, that VLONE bandit
I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed
Worked all my life and now I understand it
Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it
I got the sweetest sauce like jelly
Try disrespect me, you all gettin' beheaded
I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli
I held him down, that **** was my celly
Fuck you fuck ****, never made me heartless
Thank God, came and got me
I used to shop at Target
They cut out the coupe before we hit the market
We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop, regardless
Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party
I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti
Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti
Police's cases, all that we avoidin'
The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy
I show them my love, I never been a bully
Got every color VLONE hoody
Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie
I got the sauce, cream and puddin'
I came with the drip, got everybody lookin'
Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken
Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in
[Verse 4]
You **** bogus, I see the imposers
I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
I'm ridin' with my dog and he ain't gotta question
[Verse 5]
Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek
Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me
My mom and them happy, I bought 'em a mansion
I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (Skrrt!)
These camouflage denim like I just went campin'
They still can't believe that I made it, they happy
I been gettin' money before I was rappin'
I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the athletes
No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges
My young ****'s solid, I know that he got me
He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign
Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin'
How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan
Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important
And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor
Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor
I just started rappin', I made me some millions
Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city
These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50
I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business
Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city
I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys
This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee)
I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 6]
You **** bogus, I see the imposers
I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
I'm ridin' with my dog and he ain't gotta question (Uh)
Written by: Chandler Durham, Dominique' Jones, Sergio Kitchens
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