Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
OBN Jay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cuttibeatz
Producer
Twan The God
Recording Engineer
Chris James
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I stay in my lane, I don't do too much talking
'Cause a lot of these **** be pussy
I’m watching my phone, all the fake-love calling
I'm high as a bitch, I been smoking on cookies
Been doing this a while, I am not a rookie
You know I pull up and turn up when they book me
They see me in public, they smiling and looking
They gave me a chance, and I hurried and took it
You working like checkers not chess
I can't wait till the day I can fly in a jet
I’m alone whenever I flex
I been doing my shit, OBN up next
I carry my bread like I carry my vest
I been stacking so long, I collected my checks
We clutch on the glizzys and yoppas and TECs
So crossing Lil' Jay, you trippin', lil' bitch
[Verse 2]
You one at a time like a free throw
I be stepping alone, ask Huncho and Nemo
Watching you bitch like peep holes
Y'all stay on my dick like some stupid-ass free throws
Never hated on no ****, I don't know how
If you see me getting blunted, just know it's that loud
I been high as a bitch, I been all in the clouds
A.R. got no kick, but that bitch go bow
I like to rock that bape shit when I'm chillin', that's the ape shit
I got hot as a bitch straight out of school, call it that may shit
I stick to myself 'cause I can’t tolerate that fake shit
Cross the line, watch how quick we cut up that misbehave shit
I'm working, declining my calls
Been recording for hours, can’t talk right now
Everybody want flex then just ball
But get mad as a bitch when they get rawed out
I spend a bag when I step in the mall
I remember playing ball, I was hooping for pounds
Me and Deeno was raw, we wasn't even that tall
Two **** who struggle, give no fucks at all
[Verse 3]
I stay in my lane, I don't do too much talking
'Cause a lot of these **** be pussy
I'm watching my phone, all the fake-love calling
I'm high as a bitch, I been smoking on cookies
Been doing this a while, I am not a rookie
You know I pull up and turn up when they book me
They see me in public, they smiling and looking
They gave me a chance, and I hurried and took it
You working like checkers not chess
I can't wait till the day I can fly in a jet
I'm alone whenever I flex
I been doing my shit, OBN up next
I carry my bread like I carry my vest
I been stacking so long, I collected my checks
We clutch on the glizzys and yoppas and TECs
So crossing Lil' Jay, you trippin', lil' bitch
[Verse 4]
Flex down in the kitchen, what up?
Free world, I'm 18, I'm just chasing my buzz
Bitch looking, go ask him what up
Hundred rounds in the Drac, I'll tear this bitch up
Got 745 that'll sneak in the club
I'm jumping and singing with all of my thugs
I greet em with daps and I greet em with hugs
Bitch, I'm feeling like Gates, yes, ma'am, yes, sir
Top down when I float through the bottom
All of my youngins be clutching
They upping them yoppas if you got a problem
You better be cool before we open your muffin
He trippin', he drunk, I caught him in Ruffins
I know that I'm blessed, they say that I'm lucky
Smoking a big ol' blunt with Bubba and Puffy
We throw up them fours, then holla fuck it
Got 23 on my shoes
And I got a 30 stick so whenever I move
I'ma eat whatever you choose
Any beat that you pick, I'ma give it the blues
All of my **** pop up on the news
And it ain't who dead, it's the **** who shoot
Glock 23, this bitch go boom, boom, sh-boom
[Verse 5]
I stay in my lane, I don't do too much talking
'Cause a lot of these **** be pussy
I'm watching my phone, all the fake-love calling
I'm high as a bitch, I been smoking on cookies
Been doing this a while, I am not a rookie
You know I pull up and turn up when they book me
They see me in public, they smiling and looking
They gave me a chance, and I hurried and took it
You working like checkers not chess
I can't wait till the day I can fly in a jet
I'm alone whenever I flex
I been doing my shit, OBN up next
I carry my bread like I carry my vest
I been stacking so long, I collected my checks
We clutch on the glizzys and yoppas and TECs
So crossing Lil' Jay, you trippin', lil' bitch
Written by: Jeremy Jones