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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tecca
Rap
Aminé
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Tecca
Composer
Aminé
Composer
Blaise Railey
Composer
Latasha Williams
Composer
Chylow Parker
Composer
Kirk Jones
Composer
Jason Mizell
Composer
Tyrone Taylor
Composer
Fred Scruggs
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tasha Catour
Producer
Blaise Railey
Producer
Chroma Music, LLC
Mixing Engineer
Joseph Colmenero
Engineer
Morning Estrada
Engineer
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
You know I won't miss
Let's go, it's game time
So official, they blowin' the whistle
I handle the rock, and I'm dishin' it off, feel like I'm Pete with the pistol
I know when you lookin' at me and the squad, you don't be wantin' no issues
I'm hittin' the shot, three, two one, so here, go, a box full of tissues
(Let's go, it's game time) you know I don't play 'bout money
They throw up the rock, I'm comin' for rings, I know you know how I'm comin'
I'm out in L.A. like King 23, throwin' up oops, it's nothin'
You need to let boys be boys before they put one in your head when they dunkin'
Cock it then I shoot it through the net, swish
I'm, I'm so hot, I can't be stopped, you know I'm restless
Puttin' up them numbers, scorin' like my name was Michael Jordan
I could probably do it with my right and with my left wrist (sheesh)
That's the combo
When it comes to my respect, I need it pronto
I treat my Tuesdays with a taco, that's the motto
I could ball out on whoever, I'm the honcho
So official, they blowin' the whistle
I handle the rock, and I'm dishin' it off, I feel like I'm Pete with the pistol
I know when you lookin' at me and the squad, you don't be wantin' no issues
I'm hittin' the shot, three, two one, so here, go, a box full of tissues
(Let's go, it's game time) you know I don't play 'bout money
They throw up the rock, I'm comin' for rings, I know you know how I'm comin'
I'm out in L.A. like King 23, throwin' up oops, it's nothin'
You need to let boys be boys before they put one in your head when they dunkin'
Slam, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun
Let the boys be boys
Slam, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun
Let the boys be boys
Slam
Slam, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun
Let the boys be boys
Green light, so you know I won't miss (know I won't miss)
Ran up the score, I could tell they jealous (tell they jealous)
You don't want no problems with my team, we all lit (team, we all lit)
Better chill out 'cause we really ballin' (really ballin')
Ayy, swish, I'm ballin' (ball swish)
Ayy, rented called in (ball, swish)
Made a buzzer beater, now I'm on Good Morning (yeah)
America at eight-o'clock in the mornin'
We cannot relate 'cause your life is so boring (woo)
Still bustin', straight bustin'
They told me I couldn't do it from beginning (woo)
Still bustin' (yeah), straight bustin'
Euro-stepped into my bag, now I'm ballin'
Still bustin', straight bustin'
They told me I couldn't do it from beginning (woo)
Still bustin' (yeah), straight bustin'
Euro-stepped into my bag now I'm ballin'
Slam, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun
Let the boys be boys
Slam, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun
Let the boys be boys
Slam
Slam
Let the boys be boys
Slam
Writer(s): Jason William Mizell, Latasha Williams, Blaise Railey, Tyler Justin Sharpe, Adam Amine Daniel, Chylow M. Parker, Fred Jr. Scruggs, Kirk Jones, Tyrone Taylor
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