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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jackboy
Jackboy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aiden Crane
Aiden Crane
Composer
Antonio Ari Ramos
Antonio Ari Ramos
Composer
Lukas Payne
Lukas Payne
Composer
Pierre Delince
Pierre Delince
Songwriter
Sterling Reynolds
Sterling Reynolds
Composer
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tntxd
Tntxd
Producer
Trillgotjuice
Trillgotjuice
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
101 Slide
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pipe that shit up TnT
Mmm, Trill got that juice, ****
[Verse 2]
These **** keep playin'
'Bout to make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them
They only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life
It's fuckin' with nothing but sin
And I done paid the price
So on your head, I will put ten
Glocks extended
Opps, they gettin' finished
These **** claim they 'bout it, but they ain't livin' how we livin'
In real life, I'm winnin'
(So fuck you and you opinion)
You can keep your two cents if you ain't help me make these millions
[Verse 3]
Keep your two cents, bitch you ain't help me make a dime
Can't work no 9 to 5, in my eyes that's wastin' time
I done got it off the muscle, hands on with my grind
I done got it off the muscle, but they still hatin' how I shine
Wake up in the trenches, can't leave my house without my 9
Woke up in the trenches, that boy's life still on the line
Gotta keep a gun, don't want to see his mama cryin'
If it's a shootout, I'm not gonna be the one that's dyin'
Shots go off, shots firing
Can't find the opps, they love hiding
Step in my scope, I love sniping
I ain't got time for no fighting
Ho, I won't go toe to toe, pop you like I'm Tory Lanez
Give no fucks, I'll let it bang
With that pole I do a thing
Let her hear my Glock sing
Sharp shooter, don't need no range
All my **** throwin' checkers, tryna bust his brain
My shooter don't take pictures, he don't want no fame
Used to run in the streets, now I'm runnin' thangs
Got a brand new coupe now I'm switchin' lanes
Got a brand new bitch, drive me insane
Just give you dick, you don't get no ring
[Verse 4]
These **** keep playin'
'Bout to make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them
They only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life
It's fuckin' with nothing but sin
And I done paid the price
So on your head, I will put ten
Glocks extended
Opps, they gettin' finished
These **** claim they 'bout it, but they ain't livin' how we livin'
In real life, I'm winnin'
So fuck you and you opinion
You can keep your two cents if you ain't help me make these millions
[Verse 5]
These **** keep playin'
'Bout to make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them
They only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life
It's fuckin' with nothing but sin
And I done paid the price
So on your head, I will put ten
Glocks extended
Opps, they gettin' finished
These **** claim they 'bout it, but they ain't livin' how we livin'
In real life, I'm winnin'
(So fuck you and you opinion)
You can keep your two cents if you ain't help me make these millions
Written by: Aiden Emerson Crane, Antonio Ari Ramos, Lukas Payne, Pierre Delince, Sterling Reynolds, Thomas Horton
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