Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
SethInTheKitchen
SethInTheKitchen
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Ross Joseph Portaro IV
Ross Joseph Portaro IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SethInTheKitchen
SethInTheKitchen
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Liz Robson
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Glenn A Tabor III
Glenn A Tabor III
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Woo-woo
I pull up, like
How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up?
How you pull up?
I pull up (SethInTheKitchen)
Let's go
[Chorus]
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
With a pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real **** rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
You better let me go the day you need me
Soon as you up me on that ****, get to bussin'
And if I ain't enough, go get the choppa
[Verse 1]
It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a **** gave me nothin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm ready to hop out on a ****, get to bussin'
Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay"
Don't make me push the button
Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a fucking bucket
[Verse 2]
Going for buckets, I bought a choppa
I gotta big drum, it hold a hunnid
Going for nothin'
I'm ready to air it out on all these ****, I can see 'em runnin'
Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother
I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money (Okay, let's go)
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a ****, I'ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)
PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a **** in front of her before the age of two
[Verse 3]
And I'll kill another ****, too
Before I let another **** do something to you
Long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different, Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah)
Let's go
[Chorus]
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
With a pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real **** rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
You better let me go the day you need me
Soon as you up me on that ****, get to bussin' (Yeah)
And if I ain't enough, go get the choppa (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 4]
Keep a Glocky when I ride in a Suburban
'Cause the codeine had a young **** swervin'
I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent
And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my jersey
[Verse 5]
Slide on opp side and flipped the block back (Yeah, yeah)
My junior popped him and left him lopsided (Yeah, yeah)
We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman
You fooled me one time, you can't cross me again
1200 horsepower, I get lost in the wind
If he talkin' on the yard, the pen dogs'll take his chin
[Verse 6]
Maybach SUV for my refugees
My block's in the hood, put money in the streets
I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
Had it on me, thirty-thousand, thought it was my last day
But they ain't even want no smoke
If I had to choose, then murder what she wrote (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
With a pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real **** rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
You better let me go the day you need me
Soon as you up me on that ****, get to bussin'
And if I ain't enough, go get the choppa
Written by: Jonathan Kirk, Rodrick Moore, Ross Joseph Portaro IV, Ross Portaro
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