Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lil Maru
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Diego Macias
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Lil Maru
Produzent:in
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
Aye, aye
[Verse 2]
I been gettin' jiggy, gettin' money with my bros
She said, "I won't do it," on the real, like God knows
You said that's your girl, then why the hell she at my shows?
White bitch takin' molly and she put it up her nose
I don't kick it there 'cause they be snitchin' to the cops
I was pushing grams at school, I had it in my sock
They never caught me lackin' even when I'm on the block
I know I gotta make it, time is ticking on my clock
[Verse 3]
If you ain't chasing chicken, get your check right
If you comin' in, then get your neck right
I was jugging hoes to get my deck right
Foreign mami hella fine, she got her check right
You don't wanna talk 'cause my bros toting hella guns
I'm saucin' on these beats and I do it just for fun
Y'all **** be talkin' way too much, just get it done
They don't know how to copy me 'cause, baby, I'm the one
Baby, I'm from Daygo where you gotta keep that pole
I was down bad tryna figure out my goals
Demons in my head, they keep on tryna take my soul
I stay out the way, baby girl, just play your role
[Verse 4]
Crazy, baby, get your bag right
If you wanna roll with me, then baby, get your cash right
I'll show you how to jugg, girl, I'll show you how to stash right
Run off on the plug, I could show you how to dash right
Aye, I be on the block with my gang blowin' gas
I never liked school, I was always skippin' class
Most of y'all hoes dirtys, on the real, I gotta pass
It's hard to fall in love, I was always 'bout a bag
Ain't shit change, I'm still sippin' hella forties
I been gettin' up and my hood by my lowly
When I drop a song, I know my haters listen closely
Indo in my blunt got me movin' hella slowly
I'm a block boy, yeah, I came up from the mud
I'm rapping on the weekends, I just have it in my blood
Hella pocket watching, dry ****, need a flood
Your girl hit me up when she lookin' for some bud
Pro Club on my shirt, 501's be on my jeans
I used to pop them Percs and I used to like them beans
My doctor called me healthy 'cause I'm getting all my greens
A **** hella poppin', only see me on the screen
[Verse 5]
Aye, baby, get your bags right
You ain't sippin' juice, baby girl, just get your act right
I'm all out of mud, baby, I'ma get your bags right
I'm gon' get some money, baby, I'ma get your bag right
Aye, baby, get your bag right (Aye)
I ain't sippin' juice, then get your TEC right
Aye, **** ain't shit, ****, get your bag right
I chase chicken, get your racks right (Aye)
Written by: Diego Macias