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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alphanso Cole
Alphanso Cole
Songwriter
Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ZIGGYONTHEKEYBOARD
ZIGGYONTHEKEYBOARD
Producer
Freeplay
Freeplay
Recording Engineer
Drü Oliver
Drü Oliver
Mixing Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Tjay
[Verse 1]
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you who I am
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 it won't jam
Opp pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went dumb off a Xan'
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
Fuck it though 'cause I'm just living my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my **** alright
Commissary and I'm shippin' out kites
Taking off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancing in the middle of night
Fire bitches started being polite
I remember when I wasn't they type
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listening to ****' advice
Unless I feel what you telling me right
Fuck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Bread on my head, I could double the price, ****
[Chorus]
Runnin' your mouth
I'll have my young **** run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob and no tonguin' me down
Make fun of me now
They see me like, "Wow"
**** that hate, they gon' wanna be down
Running your mouth
I'll have my young **** run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, aye
[Verse 2]
Designer belt holding my pants up
This money gon' call, I'ma answer
I used to be down, well, look at me now
I just fucked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop-top at the stop sign
You say that you flexing, boy, stop lying
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm going straight to the top
Watch how I open up shop
Fuck out my way, I don't need you, I be great
Getting to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason why I spaz
Every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them **** in the past
I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask
Now I look at y'all and laugh
**** be mad, why don't you look at my dab?
It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros
I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag
Sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skipping **** and they pull you back
I was sleepy, I was taking a nap
Ah, nah, nah
[Chorus]
Running your mouth
I'll have my young **** run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob and no tonguin' me down
Make fun of me now
They see me like, "Wow"
**** that hate, they gon' wanna be down
Running your mouth
I'll have my young **** run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, aye
[Outro]
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
Written by: Lil Tjay, Alphanso Cole
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