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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nel-Denarro
Nel-Denarro
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
OZ
OZ
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
Ozan Yildirim
Ozan Yildirim
Composer
Nel Denarro
Nel Denarro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
krischordz
krischordz
Co-Producer
OZ
OZ
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Big 14, know what the fuck going on
Yeah
Ooh yeah
[Verse 2]
And we poured up, fours up
Trust me, lil' ****, you won't get no love
Trust me, lil' ****, you won't get no love, yeah
(Yeah) Ooh (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Got a chopper, let it bang (Let it bang)
It'll blow your fuckin' brain (Woo-woo-woo-ooh)
You know we fly like some planes (Ahh)
All we do is elevate (Elevate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Elevate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate) yeah
[Verse 4]
Paper trail, been applied, but ain't coming direct
Negativity hits so hard, that shit will blow out your chest
Criticism that left me scarred, but live my life at my best
And I never will tell a lie, pride, it inside of my quest
And I'ma keep doing this shit until the day of my death
Loyalty over royalty, I'ma die for respect
I don't wear my heart on my sleeve, I wear that shit in my chest
In this game I'm big dog, you can say I'm a vet (Yeah)
Known to keep these **** in check
Tryna play your cards right, but you ain't got a good deck (Yeah)
I need you **** to come correct
I miss a lot of the homies, they still callin' collect
[Verse 5]
And we poured up, fours up
Trust me, lil' ****, you won't get no love
Trust me, lil' ****, you won't get no love, yeah
(Yeah) Ooh (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
Got a chopper, let it bang (Let it bang)
It'll blow your fuckin' brain (Woo-woo-woo-ooh)
You know we fly like some planes (Ahh)
All we do is elevate (Elevate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Elevate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate) yeah
[Verse 7]
Uh, pre-meditating on elevation, we dedicated
Set the GPS to a higher plane, that's the destination
Celebratin', we barely beat the investigation
17, I finished servin' up with a celly pacin'
No luck, when them poles up, **** froze up
When that paper work come back home, we gon' expose bruh
Then we ain't gon' give 'em no love like a fake dope plug
It ain't never sweet on 800, we always on one
Road run, I'ma quadruple up when that load come
60 thousand dollars off 20 packs, took the whole month
Dropped a bigger bag on the lil' bro, put him on, huh
Knocked his head off for the homie, he know he owe him one
[Verse 8]
And we poured up, fours up
Trust me, lil' ****, you won't get no love
Trust me, lil' ****, you won't get no love, yeah
Ooh
[Verse 9]
Got a chopper, let it bang (Let it bang)
It'll blow your fuckin' brain (Woo-woo-woo-ooh)
You know we fly like some planes (Ahh)
All we do is elevate (Elevate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Elevate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate)
To the ceiling, elevate (Motivate) yeah
Written by: Kentrell Gaulden, Michael Lamar White II, Nel-Denarro, Ozan Yildirim, krischordz
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