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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Mason
Julian Mason
Songwriter
Kelton Scott II
Kelton Scott II
Songwriter
Lontrell Donell Williams Jr.
Lontrell Donell Williams Jr.
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
@FranchiseDidIt
@FranchiseDidIt
Producer
LilJuMadeDaBeat
LilJuMadeDaBeat
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Matthew Edward Robinson
Matthew Edward Robinson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Used to dream of driving foreigns had to grab one Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one, I admit that God gone have to call and tell me to give yo' shit back I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag Lil Juan got killed, it hit me, been my nigga since elementary Justin tried to make me go half on buddy lawyer, I wasn't wit' it All these niggas do is brag but go out bad, I just don't get it They be poppin' on the 'Gram, but they can't pop out in my city Every charge I had dismissed, swallow my kids, you don't get no kiss I'on't play games but a nigga send blitz Everything change when a nigga get rich Glock with a switch, how a nigga gone miss? Made you that, now a nigga tryna diss Some of this shit, I'm just never gone get I'on't fuck around, I can still get bricks Foes to the grave, I ain't never gone switch Where the fuck I'm gon' go? She got everything, Young Coco I just gave my hood some more hope We just sold another truckload Bought her everything in Soho She can't keep me on the low-low You know I'm a big bill (ayy, yuh) You know I got big drill Two F&N's sittin' up in my lap, can't even control the wheel I gotta start actin' more like a rapper and stop tryna kill Some niggas wit' me caught a body, keep it solid with me still Play with us, I bet you call it off They know big Shiest take beef for real (brrrrrdt) Then the more I get to flashin', get to crashin', I ain't tryna chill Yo' bitch gon' drop her panties, diamonds dancin', I'm just standin' still I used to go zip shit up for a ten, now, it's gone cost a mill' Niggas don't never wanna put in work, pick up my chop, know how I do If you spot Shiesty with Baby, we slidin' round with four carbons full (yup) But them niggas just tired of gettin' bullied, we is not into it (yup) When I see all them views watchin', wait 'til I put you up in a wood 9/11, we got eyes on 'em, bitches overstood I pull up shootin' up in your projects, say I can't go to my hood (Brdddt, brddt, brddt) Aye, yuh Used to dream of driving foreigns had to grab one Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one, I admit that God gone have to call and tell me to give yo' shit back I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Julian Martrel Mason, Lontrell Dennell Williams Jr., Kelton Lanier Scott Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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