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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
Chi Chi
Programming
Hagan
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chidi Osondu
Songwriter
Hagan Lange
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chip Cannon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Chi Chi
Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Hagan
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Mmm
Mmm-mmm
Yeah, fuck it, let me pop my shit one time
[Chorus]
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
I done been too solid, something got to give (Yeah, yeah)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'
You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal
My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill
And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills
[Verse 1]
One hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blicky
I'ma be forever gang, but smart enough to keep my distance
Product of the real trenches, that's why I wear a trench coat
Damn near fucked my life gamblin', bet it all on ten-to-four
Rap get slow, I'm sellin' lows, can't get caught with no skinny hoe
Can't get caught with no hoe at all, bitch, don't slam my door that hard
I pull up like, "Oh my Lawd," she gon' shop, she hold my card
Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin' off
If you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short
I done took the game, put it in a lock, I ain't even try
Lookin' like a lick, tryna play slick, ****, you'll die
Comin' from the bricks, I ain't had shit, now the new Coupe 125, yeah
[Chorus]
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
I done been too solid, something got to give (Ha, ha)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill, yeah
[Verse 2]
Do it for my family, my fans, fuck how **** feel
Told 'em it was my turn, I'm guessing that time's here
Skeleton my Cartier, makin' sure my time pure
If you were not here when we was thuggin', you can't come 'round here
Hard work, my grind real, I'm dedicated to get this paper
He okay, he been a hater, I don't know why he mad at me
I won't let the youngins take him off, and now he mad at me
He better be lucky that I ain't out here just bad rappin'
High speed, gettin' in low gear, streets taught me have no fear
I invested in the West, and **** know I've sold my dope there
Pretty pussy, no hair, she don't like when I put it in my song
So I can't go there, but she know I like to go there
[Chorus]
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
I done been too solid, something got to give (Yeah, yeah)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
[Verse 3]
They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'
You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal
My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill
And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills
[Instrumental]
What's happenin', Chi Chi?
Written by: Chidi Osondu, Dominique' Jones, Hagan Lange