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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Songwriter
Nicholas David Lee
Nicholas David Lee
Songwriter
Aaron Cheung
Aaron Cheung
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer
Nick Lee
Nick Lee
Producer
Zeus Negrete
Zeus Negrete
Engineer
A ‘Bainz’ Bains
Mixing Engineer
Drew Sliger
Drew Sliger
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Paris
Aaron Paris
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
New crib in another state to duck off (Duck off)
You get on my nerves, bitch, fuck off (Fuck off)
Runaway train, I done took off
I move with a purpose, give 'em the right influence, that's how I'm the big dog
I'm with the clappers, I better not throw a punch
Free all of the rappers, hope they get a mistrial (Uh, yeah)
No more spendin' more than I'm savin', lettin' this shit pile (Pile up)
Livin' kiddy, that shit was corny, I had to switch styles (Styles up)
Eight M's on the crib come from Section 8, man, this shit wild (Wild)
I took the lil' bros and I mold 'em, they know to hold it down (Hold this shit down)
I got lots of dollars and yens, and a whole lot of pounds
I left the conditions you can't pay **** to go around (Round up)
We in Miami, PJ to the BP
I can't lie, this shit okay for me (Sweet)
Locked in, in the studio all night, but she gon' wait for me (Stay up)
She told me she treat you like a lame, but she don't play with me (No way)
She say I'm her favorite **** (Uh)
These **** backwards
They get a lil' money, spend it all, and then they ask for some (How?)
I grew up with million dollar hitters, still ain't ask for nothin' (Never)
Fuck it up, I probably get it for the summer
Run my money up in like a month or somethin'
I'm with the hustlers (Real ones)
Runnin' circles 'round these rappin' ****
No discussion from me (No)
I got **** still stuck in the trenches, shit be fuckin' with me
I was checkin' emails on the plane and she start suckin' on me
It ain't no buster in me, no
It ain't no tussle in me, bro
Pop up my leg, give her that dope
I done seen suckers turn to soldiers
I seen gangsters turn hoes
Ain't no rules inside the streets no more, anything goes
But I'm a diamond in the dirt, so I won't ever change roles
[Verse 2]
I been schoolin' ****
Bad bitch, bad class, and all about her digits
Ten-fifty for a pound, I come from sellin' midget (Mid)
Couple songs went diamond, I'm just gettin' started, shit big
Always run into problems 'cause I couldn't never sit still
Went five on a Brabus, but this one come with six wheels
Two hundred fifty mill', don't mention it 'less it's a big deal
I got a lil' percent, I could be sellin' bricks
You know the kind that flake like diamonds, we call it fish
Raw smell like nail polish, who tryna give a fix?
Country boy keep callin', I'm tryna find the mix
Drop a zip, no soda, it come back twenty-six grams
Farm house in Selena, we tall like thirty mill' and Wham (Talk)
Taught myself to a dollar, I really got the gift of gab
This time, I'ma show 'em, get in a whole different bag
Everybody can talk it, but they ain't standin' how I stand up
[Outro]
Check all these
I'm turnin' up more, please
Yeah
Written by: Aaron Cheung, Dominique' Jones, London Holmes, Nicholas David Lee
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