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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Southside
Southside
Producer
Zeus Negrete
Zeus Negrete
Engineer
A ‘Bainz’ Bains
Mixing Engineer
Drew Sliger
Drew Sliger
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Pulled up in a two-seater (coupe, yeah) Inside, get it (get it) Money, let's get it (let's go, let's go) Steppin' on the pedal (pss, yeah) Do it 'cause I want to I don't need the credit (I don't say nothin') 80 on the Kelly (want some) And that's real steady Stiff gang on the bitch, don't approach me (nope) I go up by the week, real motion (still runnin') I can really play the game and coach you I ain't dealin' hand to hand, I wholesale Baked potato with everything on Diamonds hittin', everything pourin' (can't focus) Sent the Uber, get away from me (go in) I'm a different vibe when that liquor hit (oh, yeah) We can't be all on the 'Gram, no postin' (no postin') Motherfucker in my hand, no poster (no poster) Turnt up, young nigga, I'm the most (I'm the most) 20 vibes tee'd up on the boat, so I (skee) Put it down for Atlanta like I'm So So Def I know how to hit the gas when the coast is clear You know I know you a ho, nigga, so so what? Get it done by myself, don't need no coach, yeah Thunderstorm when I come, I'm so so real Think my brodie fucked up, I'm lookin' out for him Can't cry, I got ten trials in both my ears I been fuckin' immobile before the deal When I'm done, and I'm leavin', she know the drill I put oil on them bricks, I got motor skills I need racks every day, this shit cost a mill I catch her out of bounds, I'ma sock it to her Ms in offshore account like a soccer dude I been dead dead before, here my pockets full Throw up 60 on the Wock', and I run the low Know I made me a lot off a lil' man Couple zips of that ra and you blow it up Set up shop anywhere, I be goin' up Trench baby runnin' 'round in this foreign stuff Pushin' packs of drugs in the new year Rich junkie, addicted to blue bucks Different mind frame, I grew up Really miss to let a bitch do her Pretty shit debatin' 'bout who first Bro, I'm not his twin, I don't know who worst She would sell her soul for some cheap purses Sleepin' giant, woke and resurface Woke up in the Maybach with push curtains We don't fuck with him, he a goldfish Smooth talker, right out of two piece 2025, the new fleet Kickin' shit with P, Bruce Lee Bro know he a pact, loosely Ridin' in the cat, red key Go and check the stats, I'm OG, yeah Straight out the jungle, survival is a must I want the cheese, my pockets stuck up I'm 'bout to leave, she come and touch me up Got her on business, I don't care, I'm the plug I'm out in Vegas, blicky on my hip Three hundred K to charge it, disappear I really made it, I used to work with flip I ain't gon' play, came through duckin' out the drip Bro on the table, on a trial, let's do it Know how to move, all I did with the juice Passin' her Hermès, for Christmas, I'm Scrooge No, I can't let her, I'm stickin' the mood I like the way that she fuck, she be coolin' Model, she love a hood nigga, they bougie Dig the dude, put the grave on my tombstone Hit 'em straight in this shit if you move on Virgin Maybach, I'm swervin' in two-tone 30 deep in the spot like a blue Hummer Driver crazy, she think I put woo on her We gon' lay, catch him laggin' and move on him Yeah, I'm hot, check the temp', but I'm cool on it Take some furs, I'm workin' my move on her Give her curve, I'm puttin' a spin on her Out in Saudi, I'm pushin' a fur coat
Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Wesley Tyler Glass, Dominique Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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