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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
João Victor Alba Duarte
João Victor Alba Duarte
Songwriter
Jugraj Singh Nagra
Jugraj Singh Nagra
Songwriter
Warren McQueen
Warren McQueen
Songwriter
Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JD On Tha Track
JD On Tha Track
Producer
Nagra Beats
Nagra Beats
Producer
Drü Oliver
Drü Oliver
Recording Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Leauxfi
Leauxfi
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(JD On Tha Track)
(Nagra)
[Verse 2]
Fuck it, I know I'm still young, I know I'm still dumb
But I'm tryna change shit
My youngins, they be on that gang shit
I send 'em, they pull up and bang shit
I try to chill out and focus on music
But **** forgot that we dangerous
When it come to that iron, we slang shit
I'ma stay on this road till my laneswitch
On the road getting chicken, but we call it flickin'
These **** ain't speakin' my language
Pussy boy, I don't fuck with that lame shit
It be hard to stay low 'cause this fame shit
Had this thot give me mop in the back of my Bimmer
It's crazy you call her your main bitch
Every link-up, it's always the same shit
Now you ducking, I know that the pain hit
[Verse 3]
Said you won't be a opp, had your bitch give me top
Told the guys, I'm like, "Bro, this is gang shit"
White gold, I ain't rocking no stainless
Fill your head with three hollows, you brainless
Put them goons on your ass, they lookin' for cash
You fuck around, boy, and be chainless
My city, I'm tryna rename this
Run up on me, headshot, now you famous
And I heard **** lookin' for me
And I heard **** lookin' for bro
Pop out, I be icy and clean
New drip from my head to my toe
Catch a opp, back-to-back in the Rolls
Bullets burnin', we get him, skips states and get low
Ordered my food, then I took it to go
I was thirteen, tryna flip me a O
When I ain't know nothin', I knew I would blow
I knew that one day, I'd sell out a show
I know these fuck **** want me to lose
Thanks for the haters for helpin' me grow
I got some feelings I never let show
Do it for Smelly, forever my bro
Ride through my city, I'm drivin' on Forgis
See me, I'm flexin' with butterfly doors
[Verse 4]
Fuck it, I know I'm still young, I know I'm still dumb
Man, I'm tryna change shit
My youngins, they be on that gang shit
I send 'em, they pull up and bang shit
I try to chill out and focus on music
But **** forgot that we dangerous
When it come to that iron, we slang shit
I'ma stay on this road till my laneswitch
On the road gettin' chicken, but we call it flickin'
These **** ain't speakin' my language
Pussy boy, I don't fuck with that lame shit
It be hard to stay low 'cause this fame shit
Had this thot give me mop in the back of my Bimmer
It's crazy you call her your main bitch
Every link-up, it's always the same shit
Now you ducking, I know that the pain hit
Written by: João Victor Alba Duarte, Jugraj Singh Nagra, Lil Tjay, Warren McQueen
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