Lyrics : Ricky Hampton/Xabian Woods/Tione Merritt/Pimp C
Music : Ricky Hampton/Xabian Woods/Tione Merritt/Pimp C
Producer : DJ XO
[Intro: Finesse2Tymes]
(Will, what that is?)
(Hey, Will)
Talk with respect, nigga
Finesse, nigga, two of 'em (X.O. think he all that)
[Verse 1: Finesse2Tymes]
When you talk to me, talk with respect, nigga (Respect)
When you talk to me, talk with your chest, nigga (With your chest out)
Hundred K on a couple baguettes, nigga (Wet)
Super wet like some mother****in' sex, nigga (Sex)
I pull up to the show and go straight through the door, put that shit on the floor like a sweeper (That shit on the floor)
**** I look like beefing with a nigga? You don't catch nothin' but missiles
You a cap rapper
Say that shit to my face, I'll backslap him (Bitch)
I know why that lil' nigga mad at me, boy, I'm lit as a mother****ing firecrackеr (Lit, lit)
Chopper shoot back to back like a Roman candle (Grr), but this ain't no Fourth of July (This ain't thе Fourth)
How you claim you a real nigga, but you act like a bitch? My nigga, you bi (You a bisexual)
We don't **** on each other bitches, nigga, mob business (Ties), loyalty over all (Loyalty)
Give me five minutes with your bitch in the back (Come here), she gon' come out her drawers (ASAP)
If I send you a DM in vanish mode, baby (Ayy), you better not screenshot it (Don't do that)
You know how it go, if they ain't talkin' 'bout you (What?), nigga, you ain't poppin' (Let me get that)
[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
What you gon' do when a nigga like me too flee, icy, and he want your bitch?
Nothing like you, love this life that we do, you can look at my crew, everybody on brick
What you gon' do? Steady poppin' that shit like you tough, catch your ass, put a shell in your shit
Young twenty-two, they ain't ****in' with you, low-key tried to play cool, guess they want me to flip
What you gon' do when a nigga like me too flee, icy, and he want your bitch?
Nothing like you, love this life that we do, you can look at my crew, everybody on brick
What you gon' do? Steady poppin' that shit like you tough, catch your ass, put a shell in your shit
Young twenty-two, they ain't ****in' with you, low-key tried to play cool, guess they want me to flip
[Verse 2: Lil Tjay]
Hundreds on hundreds, I came from the mud, then I spun and my plan was to triple them racks (Triple the racks)
Niggas be steady be woofin', don't listen, don't lack, when they see us, they know how to act
VVs on me every time you see me, diamonds bustin' 3D, bustin' loud like my gat
Turned this shit up, then put us on the map, you can feel how you feel, but I'm speakin' them facts
Really live what I rap, bitch, is you crazy?
Solid roots, stay on business, that's what made me
I ain't gon' stop 'til everybody froze, I'm tryna stack up a billy up like JP
Hate me, I'm poppin' everybody hoes
Hundreds in pockets, make sure 'fore I go
They like, "He toppin' everybody flow"
Best out my city, everybody know
[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
What you gon' do when a nigga like me too flee, icy, and he want your bitch?
Nothing like you, love this life that we do, you can look at my crew, everybody on brick
What you gon' do? Steady poppin' that shit like you tough, catch your ass, put a shell in your shit
Young twenty-two, they ain't ****in' with you, low-key tried to play cool, guess they want me to flip
What you gon' do when a nigga like me too flee, icy, and he want your bitch?
Nothing like you, love this life that we do, you can look at my crew, everybody on brick
What you gon' do? Steady poppin' that shit like you tough, catch your ass, put a shell in your shit
Young twenty-two, they ain't ****in' with you, low-key tried to play cool, guess they want me to flip
[Verse 3: Finesse2Tymes]
Gave my lil' nigga life, that shit ain't alright (That shit wasn't straight), told him keep his head up
Flew that bitch from Miami, she landed in Houston when I took her to the Turkey Leg Hut (Ayy)
When you **** with the mob, it's plentiful (It's plentiful, baby), baby, this shit unlimited (Unlimited)
And go tell them folks you a hater (Go tell 'em), you ain't my enemy, nigga, my mini-me (My lil' nigga)
Nigga envy me (Why is that?), I don't know, that shit tickle me (Lil' nigga, you funny)
I'ma die a legend, nigga, when I leave this bitch, they gon' remember me (They gon' remember me, nigga)
I ain't playin' with 'em (I ain't playing with 'em)
Three hundred K in a week, try to rock me to sleep and be layin' with 'em (Right next to 'em)
Had to get me some real security, them clan members, they be scarin' niggas (They be spooky)
[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
What you gon' do when a nigga like me too flee, icy, and he want your bitch?
Nothing like you, love this life that we do, you can look at my crew, everybody on brick
What you gon' do? Steady poppin' that shit like you tough, catch your ass, put a shell in your shit
Young twenty-two, they ain't ****in' with you, low-key tried to play cool, guess they want me to flip
What you gon' do when a nigga like me too flee, icy, and he want your bitch?
Nothing like you, love this life that we do, you can look at my crew, everybody on brick
What you gon' do? Steady poppin' that shit like you tough, catch your ass, put a shell in your shit
Young twenty-two, they ain't ****in' with you, low-key tried to play cool, guess they want me to flip
[Outro: Lil Tjay]
TrenchKid
TrenchKid
Knowledge is power
I'm— I'm 'bout makin' some money, man, you know? Put this shit together, we get some real paper
Coast to coast— man, I'm tryin' to move to Hawaii
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I'm tryin' to get away from these scrubs
Yeah
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Goin' out here and— you know? Shit, uh
****in' 'round with them boys at the— at the Rolls-Royce lot, we ain't playin', you know?
Yeah
Yeah, already
Supervisor : DeMario “MoneyBagg Yo” White, Jr./James Prince Jr./Ricky “Finesse 2 Tymes” Hampton
Mastering Engineer : Zach Kornhauser
Recording : Jeff Windle
Vocals : Finesse2Tymes
Mixing Engineer : Clay Perry