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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

[Verse 1]
Used to dream of driving foreigns, had to grab one
Of all my mamas 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
[Verse 2]
Lil Juan got killed
It hit me
Been my **** since elementary
Justin tried to make me
Go half on buddy lawyer
I wasn't wit it
All these **** do is brag
But go out bad
I just don't get it
They be poppin on the gram
But they cant pop out in my city
Every charge I had dismissed
Swallow my kids
You don't get no kiss
Ion play games
But a **** send blitz
Everything change when a **** get rich
Glock with a switch
How a **** gone miss?
Made you that
Now a **** tryna diss
Some of this shit
I'm just never gone get
Ion fuck around
I can still get bricks
Foes to the grave
I ain't never gone switch
[Verse 3]
Where the fuck I'm gone 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
(Aye, Yuh)
You know I got big drill
(Yup)
[Verse 4]
2 F&N's sitting up in my lap
Cant even control the wheel
I gotta start acting more like a rapper
And stop tryna kill
Some **** wit me caught a body
Kept it solid wit me still
Play wit us I bet you call it off
They know Big Shiest take beef forreal (Brrrrrdt)
[Verse 5]
Then the more I get to flashin
Get to crashin
I ain't tryna chill
Yo bitch gone drop her panties
Diamonds dancin'
I'm just standing still
I used to go zip shit up for a ten
Now it's gone cost a mil
**** don't never wanna put in work
Pick up my chop
Know how I do
If you spot Shiesty with Baby
We sliding round wit 4 carbons full
(Yup)
But them **** just tired of getting bullied We is not into em
(Yup)
When I see all them views watching
Wait till I put you up in a wood
9/11
We got eyes on em
Bitches overstood
[Verse 6]
I pull up shooting up in yo projects
Say I can't go to my hood
(Brdddt, brddt, brddt)
Aye, yuh
[Verse 7]
Used to dream of driving foreigns, had to grab one
Of all my mamas 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
Written by: Dominique' Jones, Julian Mason, Kelton Scott II, Lontrell Williams Jr
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