Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay - True 2 Myself Album Lyrics
Lil Tjay - True 2 Myself Lyrics
Writer: Alphanso Cole, Tione Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Hold On
(JD On Tha Track)
Lil Tjay (Nagra)
Yeah
I think it's time to shine, I've been waiting so long
Broski serving time, he been gone for so long
And I promise I'ma do this shit for us, just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny' and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, told the opps' to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, and we gon' go strong
Hopping out, I got a MAC, hit 'em, do the dash
Celebrate and laugh (gang, gang, gang)
I ain't want for all this to get physical
Don't get left when they gotta' come visit you
Gang, gang, call 'em out to extort you (skrrt, skrrt)
Little more than one-eighty, the Porsche do
Tjay shinning 'cause I can afford to
I'm a stain, so I gotta' move cordial
Happy I'm livin' the life I was given
Now we ain't shakin', don't think that I'm slippin (ah)
I pull up, I'm grippin', still makin' my chicken
You mad? My bad, Lil Tjay ain't trippin'
And they mad 'cause I'm stackin' my knots and f*ckin' they thots
Yes, I'm still puttin' it on for the block, still on my way to the top
And I'm stealin' your food, 'cause my hunger ain't never gon' stop
Trauma f*ck with my mind, ain't wastin' no time
I'm focused on betterin' mine
Brothers gonna' run up your spot
Throwin' shots from behind, Lil Tjay you one of a kind
It's the reason I gotta' go off
Take your moms out the hood, it don't matter the cost
Seventeen, life is short, but I'm rich and a boss (yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
See, the haters is mad 'cause they hate how I floss
I think it's time to shine, I've been waiting so long
Broski serving time, he been gone for so long
And I promise I'ma do this shit for us, just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny' and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, told the opps' to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, and we gon' go strong
Bro gone, bodies drop all the time and I'm still finna' kill some
Run up on me and that steel drummin'
All my life I've been hungry, that meal coming (ah)
Me and my niggas must gettin' no credit
We tryna see commas on debit
I tell my niggas, "We all gon' be fine, I promise, remember I said it"
Hop in the foreign, switch lanes (switch)
I took of the brain for all them nights we went through pain
Drippy, I'm making it rain
Lil Tjay my name, you see what it say on the chain
I've been doing my own thing
When it come to that money, I flip it like cocaine
She eat up and get protein
I just hit it and dump it, no cuffing her, no games (no games)
I be sittin' with no shame
And I've been that nigga before rapping with no chain
Where I come from, they tote thangs
Lil' niggas out buckin' and they shooting with no aim (no aim)
You ain't ever put in no pain
How the f*ck you gon' tell on your homie? That's so lame (lame)
I don't ever say no names
So my goal is to get to the top with the whole gang (gang)
I think it's time to shine, I've been waiting so long
Broski serving time, he been gone for so long
And I promise I'ma do this shit for us, just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny' and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, told the opps' to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, and we gon' go strong
Hold on, told us "Hold on"
Hold on, oh
Lil Tjay (Nagra)
Yeah
I think it's time to shine, I've been waiting so long
Broski serving time, he been gone for so long
And I promise I'ma do this shit for us, just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny' and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, told the opps' to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, and we gon' go strong
Hopping out, I got a MAC, hit 'em, do the dash
Celebrate and laugh (gang, gang, gang)
I ain't want for all this to get physical
Don't get left when they gotta' come visit you
Gang, gang, call 'em out to extort you (skrrt, skrrt)
Little more than one-eighty, the Porsche do
Tjay shinning 'cause I can afford to
I'm a stain, so I gotta' move cordial
Happy I'm livin' the life I was given
Now we ain't shakin', don't think that I'm slippin (ah)
I pull up, I'm grippin', still makin' my chicken
You mad? My bad, Lil Tjay ain't trippin'
And they mad 'cause I'm stackin' my knots and f*ckin' they thots
Yes, I'm still puttin' it on for the block, still on my way to the top
And I'm stealin' your food, 'cause my hunger ain't never gon' stop
Trauma f*ck with my mind, ain't wastin' no time
I'm focused on betterin' mine
Brothers gonna' run up your spot
Throwin' shots from behind, Lil Tjay you one of a kind
It's the reason I gotta' go off
Take your moms out the hood, it don't matter the cost
Seventeen, life is short, but I'm rich and a boss (yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
See, the haters is mad 'cause they hate how I floss
I think it's time to shine, I've been waiting so long
Broski serving time, he been gone for so long
And I promise I'ma do this shit for us, just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny' and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, told the opps' to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, and we gon' go strong
Bro gone, bodies drop all the time and I'm still finna' kill some
Run up on me and that steel drummin'
All my life I've been hungry, that meal coming (ah)
Me and my niggas must gettin' no credit
We tryna see commas on debit
I tell my niggas, "We all gon' be fine, I promise, remember I said it"
Hop in the foreign, switch lanes (switch)
I took of the brain for all them nights we went through pain
Drippy, I'm making it rain
Lil Tjay my name, you see what it say on the chain
I've been doing my own thing
When it come to that money, I flip it like cocaine
She eat up and get protein
I just hit it and dump it, no cuffing her, no games (no games)
I be sittin' with no shame
And I've been that nigga before rapping with no chain
Where I come from, they tote thangs
Lil' niggas out buckin' and they shooting with no aim (no aim)
You ain't ever put in no pain
How the f*ck you gon' tell on your homie? That's so lame (lame)
I don't ever say no names
So my goal is to get to the top with the whole gang (gang)
I think it's time to shine, I've been waiting so long
Broski serving time, he been gone for so long
And I promise I'ma do this shit for us, just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
In the telly sippin' Henny' and I got my robe on
And they know I'm throwin' bullets, told the opps' to go long
They weren't ready for that last year, told us "Hold on"
Bro gone, ain't no chill button, and we gon' go strong
Hold on, told us "Hold on"
Hold on, oh
Writer: Joao Victor Alba Duarte, Jugraj Nagra, Tione Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
F.N
(F*ck niggas, I don't trust niggas)
(If you bust triggers and you tell, you a f*ck nigga)
If you tell, you a f*ck nigga
(How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name)
(Boy, I promise I'ma kill you, finna dunk, nigga)
(What's up with you? I grew up with you)
(Used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you)
(I used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you)
(F*ck niggas, I don't trust niggas)
Yeah (if you bust triggers and you tell, you a f*ck nigga)
F*ck nigga
Lil Tjay, yeah, yeah
(Used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
Grrr, pow, I'ma skip town, see my wrist drown
Everybody wanna f*ck with me for benefits now
Man, I wish my nigga Smelly could've seen me lit now
Sit down, maybe roll up, blow a spliff down
Time go by, niggas change so much
Why the f*ck these niggas looking at my chain so much?
They just mad 'cause I departed from the game so much
One false move and the gang gon' bust
Cartier glasses, 20/20, got a clear view
You a man, I don't fear you
Act up, we gon' mask up, boy, I dare you
Brody catch a body, I'ma leave you in the rearview
Could have did it to me, lil' nigga, you were scared to
You a bluff and you not who you appear to
You'd be starstruck if you see a nigga near you
And your bitch wanna f*ck, I don't care to
Careful, if I say links, plan's cancelled
I can have your shorty in my bed doing dance moves
F*ck that, let's get right back to the real shit
In the field shit, niggas really used to drill shit
Mama stressed out, whole lot she gotta deal with
Swear every real nigga gon' feel this
Smokin 'on drugs 'cause there's too much to deal with
SB strapped up in the field with it
F*ck niggas, I don't trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a f*ck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I'ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What's up with you? I grew up with you
Used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
I used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
F*ck niggas, I don't trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a f*ck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I'ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What's up with you? I grew up with you
Used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
I used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
My mama know about the pain, that'll never change
But looking back for the fame, I don't feel the same
I was stuck up in the streets, but I had a brain
I ain't have no money, we was looking for a nigga chain
And all I ever wanted was to have a name
Had a lot of shit to lose, not enough to gain
And that f*ck nigga changed, went against the grain
Found out my homie went fed, almost went insane
Strictly business, you ain't with it, you get parked, nigga
I don't know you, you wasn't with me from the start, nigga
I remember catching stains in the park, nigga
Me and Bubba tryna catch an opp after dark, nigga
My mama told me, "Wisen up, be a smart nigga"
So all my niggas on go like a cart, nigga
Smelly drive mean a bullet to your heart, nigga
I don't really wanna speak facts, see the chart, nigga
Grrr, pow, I'ma skip town, see my wrist drown
Everybody wanna f*ck with me for benefits now
Man, I wish my nigga Smelly could've seen me lit now
Sit down, maybe roll up, blow a spliff down
Time go by, niggas change so much
Why the f*ck these niggas looking at my chain so much?
They just mad 'cause I departed from the game so much
One false move and the gang gon' bust
F*ck niggas, I don't trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a f*ck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I'ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What's up with you? I grew up with you
Used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
I used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
F*ck niggas, I don't trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a f*ck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I'ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What's up with you? I grew up with you
Used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
I used to f*ck with you, and now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
Lil Tjay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
(If you bust triggers and you tell, you a f*ck nigga)
If you tell, you a f*ck nigga
(How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name)
(Boy, I promise I'ma kill you, finna dunk, nigga)
(What's up with you? I grew up with you)
(Used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you)
(I used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you)
(F*ck niggas, I don't trust niggas)
Yeah (if you bust triggers and you tell, you a f*ck nigga)
F*ck nigga
Lil Tjay, yeah, yeah
(Used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
Grrr, pow, I'ma skip town, see my wrist drown
Everybody wanna f*ck with me for benefits now
Man, I wish my nigga Smelly could've seen me lit now
Sit down, maybe roll up, blow a spliff down
Time go by, niggas change so much
Why the f*ck these niggas looking at my chain so much?
They just mad 'cause I departed from the game so much
One false move and the gang gon' bust
Cartier glasses, 20/20, got a clear view
You a man, I don't fear you
Act up, we gon' mask up, boy, I dare you
Brody catch a body, I'ma leave you in the rearview
Could have did it to me, lil' nigga, you were scared to
You a bluff and you not who you appear to
You'd be starstruck if you see a nigga near you
And your bitch wanna f*ck, I don't care to
Careful, if I say links, plan's cancelled
I can have your shorty in my bed doing dance moves
F*ck that, let's get right back to the real shit
In the field shit, niggas really used to drill shit
Mama stressed out, whole lot she gotta deal with
Swear every real nigga gon' feel this
Smokin 'on drugs 'cause there's too much to deal with
SB strapped up in the field with it
F*ck niggas, I don't trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a f*ck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I'ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What's up with you? I grew up with you
Used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
I used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
F*ck niggas, I don't trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a f*ck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I'ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What's up with you? I grew up with you
Used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
I used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
My mama know about the pain, that'll never change
But looking back for the fame, I don't feel the same
I was stuck up in the streets, but I had a brain
I ain't have no money, we was looking for a nigga chain
And all I ever wanted was to have a name
Had a lot of shit to lose, not enough to gain
And that f*ck nigga changed, went against the grain
Found out my homie went fed, almost went insane
Strictly business, you ain't with it, you get parked, nigga
I don't know you, you wasn't with me from the start, nigga
I remember catching stains in the park, nigga
Me and Bubba tryna catch an opp after dark, nigga
My mama told me, "Wisen up, be a smart nigga"
So all my niggas on go like a cart, nigga
Smelly drive mean a bullet to your heart, nigga
I don't really wanna speak facts, see the chart, nigga
Grrr, pow, I'ma skip town, see my wrist drown
Everybody wanna f*ck with me for benefits now
Man, I wish my nigga Smelly could've seen me lit now
Sit down, maybe roll up, blow a spliff down
Time go by, niggas change so much
Why the f*ck these niggas looking at my chain so much?
They just mad 'cause I departed from the game so much
One false move and the gang gon' bust
F*ck niggas, I don't trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a f*ck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I'ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What's up with you? I grew up with you
Used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
I used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
F*ck niggas, I don't trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a f*ck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I'ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What's up with you? I grew up with you
Used to f*ck with you, now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
I used to f*ck with you, and now I'm wishing that a bus hit you
Lil Tjay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
Writer: Artem Romanov, Matthew Bell, Tione Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Dream That I Had
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Post to Be
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
Writer: Andrew Oliver, Haley E. Smith, Nick Cavalieri, Tione Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ruthless
No, no
Lil Tjay, yeah, yeah
Yo, yo, yo
(RellyMade)
Mmh, mh, mmh
(oh yeah, no no)
(Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga)
(I ain't never gon' extend my hand) (oh, no no, no)
Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga
I ain't never gon' extend my hand
If we two deep verse your whole block deep
Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man
Money gon' come like the money gon' go
All these fake niggas started getting too close
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive
New drip, had to pick up some sauce
New kicks, I don't care what it cost
Ruthless, I don't care who lost
Stupid, I done turned to a boss
And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
Where I come from there's a whole lot of gang shit
As a youngin I just wanted to be famous
Hopped in the booth to your screen, now we made it
Other day I was recording in the basement
Now I pull up to a show in a spaceship
How you screamin', "Day one," doin' fake shit?
Nowadays bad bitches wanna taste it
Pull up on the S, show love, that be gang shit
And if they let me in the game, I'ma change it
Ain't a lot of niggas say ever basic
Pop it, I'ma stain, Balmains and some Bape shit
Niggas see me, they ain't never gon' say shit
Bustdown, ain't never gon' take this
Money I got, lil' nigga, can't make this
Countin' blue strips, broke niggas gon' hate this
Mama so proud, I'ma take her on vacation
I be goin' hard, remember used to starve
Remember selling nicks right on the boulevard
Going downtown, tryna steal a nigga car
And if I call Tut he'll pull a nigga card
I don't play the field no more without a hammer
Brodie on the news, whole face on the camera
Free all my day one niggas out the slammer
Opp nigga told, black and white, he a panda
Got me finna run up in his crib like I'm Santa
All of this designer got me broads in Atlanta
Honestly, I ain't playin' games no more
And they been on my dick 'til my thing feel sore
Bitch said I'm trash, shorty, change your drawers
I ain't worried 'bout you, I ain't worried 'bout me
I'ma still pop out with a fresh white tee
With some retro J's and some fresh Nikes
Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga
I ain't never gon' extend my hand
If we two deep verse your whole block deep
Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man
Money gon' come like the money gon' go
All these fake niggas started getting too close
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive
New drip, had to pick up some sauce
New kicks, I don't care what it cost
Ruthless, I don't care who lost
Stupid, I done turned to a boss
And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
Check up, they don't wan' see me win
Flex up, I'ma jump out the gym
New water, watch that young boy swim
I got it the harder way like I'm Tim
In that Maybach, you can't see through the tint
I ride foreign but bro in a stolie
Had to make me some plays on my dolie
Think I made it, these bitches all on me
No, this is not a chain, this a trophy (hey)
Boss up, he a baby like Jody (he a baby like Jody)
Used to go hit a stain for the OZ's (hit a stain for the OZ's)
When I put on the ice, it be odee
I'm talking money, put that cash on a threeway
Doin' the dash on a freeway
I knew I would get it, they didn't believe me
Baby, I make it look easy (I make it look easy)
Your bitch keep callin' and sayin' she need me
I know she see me with Tjay (I know she see me with Tjay)
I'm sippin' fours of that drank, movin' slow-mo
But my whip do the speed race (but my whip do the speed race)
She wanna link up a ho, that's a no-go
I been stackin' my cheesecake (I been stackin' my cheesecake)
Yeah, I get to the racks and I'm above the rim
Collecting the bag and I do it again
Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga
I ain't never gon' extend my hand
If we two deep verse your whole block deep
Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man
Money gon' come like the money gon' go
All these fake niggas started getting too close
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive
New drip, had to pick up some sauce
New kicks, I don't care what it cost
Ruthless, I don't care who lost
Stupid, I done turned to a boss
And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
(No, no)
(Gang, gang)
(Yeah)
(They don't wanna see the young boy win)
(No, no)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, Lil Tjay)
Lil Tjay, yeah, yeah
Yo, yo, yo
(RellyMade)
Mmh, mh, mmh
(oh yeah, no no)
(Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga)
(I ain't never gon' extend my hand) (oh, no no, no)
Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga
I ain't never gon' extend my hand
If we two deep verse your whole block deep
Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man
Money gon' come like the money gon' go
All these fake niggas started getting too close
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive
New drip, had to pick up some sauce
New kicks, I don't care what it cost
Ruthless, I don't care who lost
Stupid, I done turned to a boss
And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
Where I come from there's a whole lot of gang shit
As a youngin I just wanted to be famous
Hopped in the booth to your screen, now we made it
Other day I was recording in the basement
Now I pull up to a show in a spaceship
How you screamin', "Day one," doin' fake shit?
Nowadays bad bitches wanna taste it
Pull up on the S, show love, that be gang shit
And if they let me in the game, I'ma change it
Ain't a lot of niggas say ever basic
Pop it, I'ma stain, Balmains and some Bape shit
Niggas see me, they ain't never gon' say shit
Bustdown, ain't never gon' take this
Money I got, lil' nigga, can't make this
Countin' blue strips, broke niggas gon' hate this
Mama so proud, I'ma take her on vacation
I be goin' hard, remember used to starve
Remember selling nicks right on the boulevard
Going downtown, tryna steal a nigga car
And if I call Tut he'll pull a nigga card
I don't play the field no more without a hammer
Brodie on the news, whole face on the camera
Free all my day one niggas out the slammer
Opp nigga told, black and white, he a panda
Got me finna run up in his crib like I'm Santa
All of this designer got me broads in Atlanta
Honestly, I ain't playin' games no more
And they been on my dick 'til my thing feel sore
Bitch said I'm trash, shorty, change your drawers
I ain't worried 'bout you, I ain't worried 'bout me
I'ma still pop out with a fresh white tee
With some retro J's and some fresh Nikes
Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga
I ain't never gon' extend my hand
If we two deep verse your whole block deep
Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man
Money gon' come like the money gon' go
All these fake niggas started getting too close
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive
New drip, had to pick up some sauce
New kicks, I don't care what it cost
Ruthless, I don't care who lost
Stupid, I done turned to a boss
And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
Check up, they don't wan' see me win
Flex up, I'ma jump out the gym
New water, watch that young boy swim
I got it the harder way like I'm Tim
In that Maybach, you can't see through the tint
I ride foreign but bro in a stolie
Had to make me some plays on my dolie
Think I made it, these bitches all on me
No, this is not a chain, this a trophy (hey)
Boss up, he a baby like Jody (he a baby like Jody)
Used to go hit a stain for the OZ's (hit a stain for the OZ's)
When I put on the ice, it be odee
I'm talking money, put that cash on a threeway
Doin' the dash on a freeway
I knew I would get it, they didn't believe me
Baby, I make it look easy (I make it look easy)
Your bitch keep callin' and sayin' she need me
I know she see me with Tjay (I know she see me with Tjay)
I'm sippin' fours of that drank, movin' slow-mo
But my whip do the speed race (but my whip do the speed race)
She wanna link up a ho, that's a no-go
I been stackin' my cheesecake (I been stackin' my cheesecake)
Yeah, I get to the racks and I'm above the rim
Collecting the bag and I do it again
Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga
I ain't never gon' extend my hand
If we two deep verse your whole block deep
Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man
Money gon' come like the money gon' go
All these fake niggas started getting too close
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive
New drip, had to pick up some sauce
New kicks, I don't care what it cost
Ruthless, I don't care who lost
Stupid, I done turned to a boss
And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
(No, no)
(Gang, gang)
(Yeah)
(They don't wanna see the young boy win)
(No, no)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, Lil Tjay)
Writer: Harvey Gerail Odell, Jason Critchlow, Tione Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Mixed Emotions
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
Writer: Jason L. Patterson, Tione Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Decline
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
Writer: Dominique Jones, Raheem Fennel, Thomas Horton, Tionne Merrit
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sex Sounds
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
Writer: Tione Merritt, Xavier McKoy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Leaked
Ooh, yeah
Lil Tjay
So I'm skrrting off the scene in a foreign, see me goin'
Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong (ooh)
Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don't know what she on (ooh)
If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want (yeah)
I got to put my Perc' in, it's workin'
Lil Mama, say she nervous, yeah, sure bitch
I just want a lil' mountain, lip service
Treat the pussy like a house, she want insurance
I'ma f*ck her good one time, let her unwind
She gon' tell me where to come at, I'ma comply
Put my thumb up in her yeah, yeah, she gon' jump by
I'ma f*ck her like a madman, I ain't even mad, man
She gon' do a handstand for standing ovation
She rub my red flag, I call her Rozation
She get the pedi and the manicure, but no facial
Natural beauty, I'ma call your mama, "Mother Nature"
Under the covers, she know Tucnechi like the Undertaker
Girl that's my pussy, she say, "Daddy, that's an understatement"
I got it leaking like a bootleg
She call me Tunechi, when we f*ck, she call me Tunechi
I got up out my Birkin, it's workin'
She said she a virgin, it's hurtin'
But she ain't never show me love when my pockets hurtin'
Now she see a nigga on, she f*cking and slurping
And they see me puttin' on and it got them nervous
We don't never need to ball, I did it on purpose
And I used to play the block with the fiends, got some knots to my jeans
If a nigga talk hot, we gon' pop for his bean (nah-nah)
I'm coming strong and they knew that
You ain't no competition, boy, don't think you wanna do that (I'm like)
You had your chance, but you blew that (Lil Tjay)
Everybody asking who that? (Oh, no, no, no, no)
The f*ck going on?
Someone in my circle started leaking all my songs
I'ma stay ten toes, I'ma still go strong
I don't get these snake niggas, we just can't get along
So I'm skating off the scene in a foreign, see me goin'
Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong
Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don't know what she on
If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want
F*ck her one time, maybe two times if she do fine
Make your boo mine, I'm in the stu', this my new grind
I'm cooking up, I'm cooking up, ain't tryna lose time
I shoot it up, don't give a f*ck, ain't tryna lose mine
Gangbang, growing up I was Stain Gang
Stain Gang, promise I was only tryna maintain
Lil TJay SB, that's the gang gang
Ask about me, bet they tell you how my name ring
And I know they gon' hate 'cause I'm up now
I'm at the point where I don't really give a f*ck now
Free the guys, I'ma say it 'til they touch down
One day everybody have a bustdown
So I'm skating off the scene in a foreign, see me goin'
Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong
Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don't know what she on
If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want
F*ck her one time, maybe two times if she do fine
Make your boo mine, I'm in the stu', this my new grind
I'm cooking up, I'm cooking up, ain't tryna lose time
I shoot it up, don't give a f*ck, ain't tryna lose mine (Dystinkt Beats)
Yeah
Gang, gang, going up
I was stain gang, stain gang
Promise I was only trying to maintain
Lil Tjay, SB, that's the gang, gang, yeah
Lil Tunechi, YMB, that's the gang, gang
And I know you gon' hate 'cause I'm up now
I'm at the point, I don't really give a f*ck now
Free the guys, I'ma scream it 'till they touch down
Lil Tjay, SB, that's the gang, gang, yeah
Lil Tjay
So I'm skrrting off the scene in a foreign, see me goin'
Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong (ooh)
Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don't know what she on (ooh)
If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want (yeah)
I got to put my Perc' in, it's workin'
Lil Mama, say she nervous, yeah, sure bitch
I just want a lil' mountain, lip service
Treat the pussy like a house, she want insurance
I'ma f*ck her good one time, let her unwind
She gon' tell me where to come at, I'ma comply
Put my thumb up in her yeah, yeah, she gon' jump by
I'ma f*ck her like a madman, I ain't even mad, man
She gon' do a handstand for standing ovation
She rub my red flag, I call her Rozation
She get the pedi and the manicure, but no facial
Natural beauty, I'ma call your mama, "Mother Nature"
Under the covers, she know Tucnechi like the Undertaker
Girl that's my pussy, she say, "Daddy, that's an understatement"
I got it leaking like a bootleg
She call me Tunechi, when we f*ck, she call me Tunechi
I got up out my Birkin, it's workin'
She said she a virgin, it's hurtin'
But she ain't never show me love when my pockets hurtin'
Now she see a nigga on, she f*cking and slurping
And they see me puttin' on and it got them nervous
We don't never need to ball, I did it on purpose
And I used to play the block with the fiends, got some knots to my jeans
If a nigga talk hot, we gon' pop for his bean (nah-nah)
I'm coming strong and they knew that
You ain't no competition, boy, don't think you wanna do that (I'm like)
You had your chance, but you blew that (Lil Tjay)
Everybody asking who that? (Oh, no, no, no, no)
The f*ck going on?
Someone in my circle started leaking all my songs
I'ma stay ten toes, I'ma still go strong
I don't get these snake niggas, we just can't get along
So I'm skating off the scene in a foreign, see me goin'
Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong
Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don't know what she on
If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want
F*ck her one time, maybe two times if she do fine
Make your boo mine, I'm in the stu', this my new grind
I'm cooking up, I'm cooking up, ain't tryna lose time
I shoot it up, don't give a f*ck, ain't tryna lose mine
Gangbang, growing up I was Stain Gang
Stain Gang, promise I was only tryna maintain
Lil TJay SB, that's the gang gang
Ask about me, bet they tell you how my name ring
And I know they gon' hate 'cause I'm up now
I'm at the point where I don't really give a f*ck now
Free the guys, I'ma say it 'til they touch down
One day everybody have a bustdown
So I'm skating off the scene in a foreign, see me goin'
Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong
Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don't know what she on
If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want
F*ck her one time, maybe two times if she do fine
Make your boo mine, I'm in the stu', this my new grind
I'm cooking up, I'm cooking up, ain't tryna lose time
I shoot it up, don't give a f*ck, ain't tryna lose mine (Dystinkt Beats)
Yeah
Gang, gang, going up
I was stain gang, stain gang
Promise I was only trying to maintain
Lil Tjay, SB, that's the gang, gang, yeah
Lil Tunechi, YMB, that's the gang, gang
And I know you gon' hate 'cause I'm up now
I'm at the point, I don't really give a f*ck now
Free the guys, I'ma scream it 'till they touch down
Lil Tjay, SB, that's the gang, gang, yeah
Writer: Dwayne Carter, Tione Dalyan Merritt, Duane Deleepe Perera, Tomislav Ratesic
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Laneswitch
(JD On Tha Track)
(Nagra)
I don't even care about nun niggas gotta say, everybody can suck my dick
(Yeah)
F*ck it, I know I'm still young, I know I'm still dumb
But I'm tryna change shit
My youngins they be on that gang shit
I send 'em, they pull up and bang shit
I try to chill out and focus on music
But niggas forgot that we dangerous
When it come to that iron, we slang shit
I'ma stay on this road 'til my laneswitch
On the road gettin' chicken, but we call it flickin'
These niggas ain't speakin' my language
Pussy boy, I don't f*ck with that lame shit
It be hard to stay low 'cause this fame shit
Had this doll give me mop in the back of my Beamer
It's crazy you call her your main bitch
Every link-up, it's always the same shit
Now you not gonna know that the pain hit
Said you won't be a opp, had your bitch give me top
Told the guys, I'm like "Yo this is gay shit"
Weight gold, I ain't rockin' no stainless
Fill your head with three hollows, you brainless
Put them goons on your ass, they lookin' for cash
You f*ck around, boy, and be chainless
My city, I'm tryna rename this
Run up on me, head tap, now you famous
And I heard niggas lookin' for me
And I heard niggas lookin' for my bros
Pop out, I be icy and clean
New drip from my head to my toe
Catch a opp, back-to-back in the Rolls
Bullets burnin', we get him, skips states and get low
Ordered my food, then I took it to go
I was thirteen, tryna flip me a O
When I ain't know nothin', I knew I would blow
I knew that one day I'd sell out a show
I know these f*ck niggas want me to lose
Thanks for the haters for helpin' me grow
I got some feelings I never let show
Do it for Smelly, forever my bro
Ride through my city, I'm drivin' on Forgis
See me, I'm flexin' with butterfly doors
F*ck it, I know I'm still young, I know I'm still dumb
But I'm tryna change shit
My youngins they be on that gang shit
I send 'em, they pull up and bang shit
I try to chill out and focus on music
But niggas forgot that we dangerous
When it come to that iron, we slang shit
I'ma stay on this road 'til my laneswitch
On the road gettin' chicken, but we call it flickin'
These niggas ain't speakin' my language
Pussy boy, I don't f*ck with that lame shit
It be hard to stay low 'cause this fame shit
Had this doll give me mop in the back of my Beamer
It's crazy you call her your main bitch
Every link-up, it's always the same shit
Now you not gonna know that the pain hit
(Nagra)
I don't even care about nun niggas gotta say, everybody can suck my dick
(Yeah)
F*ck it, I know I'm still young, I know I'm still dumb
But I'm tryna change shit
My youngins they be on that gang shit
I send 'em, they pull up and bang shit
I try to chill out and focus on music
But niggas forgot that we dangerous
When it come to that iron, we slang shit
I'ma stay on this road 'til my laneswitch
On the road gettin' chicken, but we call it flickin'
These niggas ain't speakin' my language
Pussy boy, I don't f*ck with that lame shit
It be hard to stay low 'cause this fame shit
Had this doll give me mop in the back of my Beamer
It's crazy you call her your main bitch
Every link-up, it's always the same shit
Now you not gonna know that the pain hit
Said you won't be a opp, had your bitch give me top
Told the guys, I'm like "Yo this is gay shit"
Weight gold, I ain't rockin' no stainless
Fill your head with three hollows, you brainless
Put them goons on your ass, they lookin' for cash
You f*ck around, boy, and be chainless
My city, I'm tryna rename this
Run up on me, head tap, now you famous
And I heard niggas lookin' for me
And I heard niggas lookin' for my bros
Pop out, I be icy and clean
New drip from my head to my toe
Catch a opp, back-to-back in the Rolls
Bullets burnin', we get him, skips states and get low
Ordered my food, then I took it to go
I was thirteen, tryna flip me a O
When I ain't know nothin', I knew I would blow
I knew that one day I'd sell out a show
I know these f*ck niggas want me to lose
Thanks for the haters for helpin' me grow
I got some feelings I never let show
Do it for Smelly, forever my bro
Ride through my city, I'm drivin' on Forgis
See me, I'm flexin' with butterfly doors
F*ck it, I know I'm still young, I know I'm still dumb
But I'm tryna change shit
My youngins they be on that gang shit
I send 'em, they pull up and bang shit
I try to chill out and focus on music
But niggas forgot that we dangerous
When it come to that iron, we slang shit
I'ma stay on this road 'til my laneswitch
On the road gettin' chicken, but we call it flickin'
These niggas ain't speakin' my language
Pussy boy, I don't f*ck with that lame shit
It be hard to stay low 'cause this fame shit
Had this doll give me mop in the back of my Beamer
It's crazy you call her your main bitch
Every link-up, it's always the same shit
Now you not gonna know that the pain hit
Writer: Joao Victor Alba Duarte, Jugraj Nagra, Tione Merritt, Warren McQueen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Brothers
Big bag don't mean everything wavy (JD on tha Track)
I got ninety-nine problems like JAY-Z
Caught a felony, judge tried to slave me
Lost my grandmother, R.I.P. Mavy
I got money and niggas moved shady (ProtegeBeatz)
With my brother, I put that on baby
My first car, I might cop a Mercedes
At the stu' every day, can't be lazy
Bodies drop all the time, I don't feel nothin'
Swear to God y'all gon' make me go kill somethin'
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don't feel nothin'
I was down off the drugs, I'm exuded
I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it
They be watchin' me, clockin' my movements
They be plottin' on catchin' me snoozin'
Bodies drop all the time, I don't feel nothin'
Swear to God y'all gon' make me go kill somethin'
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don't feel nothin'
I was down off the drugs, I'm exuded
I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it
They be watchin' me, clockin' my movements
They be plottin' on catchin' me snoozin'
I be shittin', I make it look easy
I was innocent, they ain't believe me
Ain't no lie, I be seein' illusions
I can't figure who real, it's confusin'
I can't wait to get used to this lifestyle
I remember, it could've been lights out
Bitches see me and scream, "Lil Tjay"
Had to f*ck up the spot for my b-day
Hit the telly and catch me a BJ
F*ck this love, I don't want me a skeezay
Give her dick, now she feel like she need me
I'm too high, always smokin' on GG
Bankroll, had to stack my chips (bankroll)
SB, I'ma jack my shit (SB)
I know these niggas gon' hate me
I've been workin' hard, drivin' me crazy
Big bag don't mean everything wavy
I got ninety-nine problems like JAY-Z
Caught a felony, judge tried to slave me
Lost my grandmother, R.I.P. Mavy
I got money and niggas moved shady
With my brother, I put that on baby
My first car, I might cop a Mercedes
At the stu' every day, can't be lazy
Bodies drop all the time, I don't feel nothin'
Swear to God y'all gon' make me go kill somethin'
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don't feel nothin'
I was down off the drugs, I'm exuded
I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it
They be watchin' me, clockin' my movements
They be plottin' on catchin' me snoozin'
Bodies drop all the time, I don't feel nothin'
Swear to God y'all gon' make me go kill somethin'
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don't feel nothin'
I was down off the drugs, I'm exuded
I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it
They be watchin' me, clockin' my movements
They be plottin' on catchin' me snoozin'
Losin' my cousin, that shit got me two-faced
When I look up, I be fightin' a new case
I stayed in that ghetto so I had a roommate
Auntie fightin' cancer, know that she losin'
Single parent, I depend on my mama
Life in jail, I can't depend on my father
Streets for real, I depend on my choppa
Streets for real, they stopped Varney from walkin'
My soul hurt, my soul hurt
The streets say they f*ckin' with the old Durk
Mixed my Percs with the cough syrup
Made her suck my dick 'til her jaws hurt
I'ma say, "Cap," when the bitch start choosin'
I'm in the trap with a whole lotta Uzis
I blew me a bag when I took her to Gucci
Got free clothes, I was f*ckin' with a booster
My life changed fast, my homie turned to a rat
I'd rather be snake, that's slatt (that's slatt)
He a straight ho, that nigga pussy, he cap
That nigga pussy, he cap, oh
I vouch to be the streets
Vouch to kill all my enemies, yeah
I vouch to keep the peace
You don't want war, stay out the streets, yeah
Bodies drop all the time, I don't feel nothin'
Swear to God y'all gon' make me go kill somethin'
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don't feel nothin'
I was down off the drugs, I'm exuded
I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it
They be watchin' me, clockin' my movements
They be plottin' on catchin' me snoozin'
Bodies drop all the time, I don't feel nothin'
Swear to God y'all gon' make me go kill somethin'
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don't feel nothin'
I was down off the drugs, I'm exuded
I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it
They be watchin' me, clockin' my movements
They be plottin' on catchin' me snoozin'
Lil Tjay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got ninety-nine problems like JAY-Z
Caught a felony, judge tried to slave me
Lost my grandmother, R.I.P. Mavy
I got money and niggas moved shady (ProtegeBeatz)
With my brother, I put that on baby
My first car, I might cop a Mercedes
At the stu' every day, can't be lazy
Bodies drop all the time, I don't feel nothin'
Swear to God y'all gon' make me go kill somethin'
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don't feel nothin'
I was down off the drugs, I'm exuded
I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it
They be watchin' me, clockin' my movements
They be plottin' on catchin' me snoozin'
Bodies drop all the time, I don't feel nothin'
Swear to God y'all gon' make me go kill somethin'
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don't feel nothin'
I was down off the drugs, I'm exuded
I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it
They be watchin' me, clockin' my movements
They be plottin' on catchin' me snoozin'
I be shittin', I make it look easy
I was innocent, they ain't believe me
Ain't no lie, I be seein' illusions
I can't figure who real, it's confusin'
I can't wait to get used to this lifestyle
I remember, it could've been lights out
Bitches see me and scream, "Lil Tjay"
Had to f*ck up the spot for my b-day
Hit the telly and catch me a BJ
F*ck this love, I don't want me a skeezay
Give her dick, now she feel like she need me
I'm too high, always smokin' on GG
Bankroll, had to stack my chips (bankroll)
SB, I'ma jack my shit (SB)
I know these niggas gon' hate me
I've been workin' hard, drivin' me crazy
Big bag don't mean everything wavy
I got ninety-nine problems like JAY-Z
Caught a felony, judge tried to slave me
Lost my grandmother, R.I.P. Mavy
I got money and niggas moved shady
With my brother, I put that on baby
My first car, I might cop a Mercedes
At the stu' every day, can't be lazy
Bodies drop all the time, I don't feel nothin'
Swear to God y'all gon' make me go kill somethin'
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don't feel nothin'
I was down off the drugs, I'm exuded
I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it
They be watchin' me, clockin' my movements
They be plottin' on catchin' me snoozin'
Bodies drop all the time, I don't feel nothin'
Swear to God y'all gon' make me go kill somethin'
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don't feel nothin'
I was down off the drugs, I'm exuded
I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it
They be watchin' me, clockin' my movements
They be plottin' on catchin' me snoozin'
Losin' my cousin, that shit got me two-faced
When I look up, I be fightin' a new case
I stayed in that ghetto so I had a roommate
Auntie fightin' cancer, know that she losin'
Single parent, I depend on my mama
Life in jail, I can't depend on my father
Streets for real, I depend on my choppa
Streets for real, they stopped Varney from walkin'
My soul hurt, my soul hurt
The streets say they f*ckin' with the old Durk
Mixed my Percs with the cough syrup
Made her suck my dick 'til her jaws hurt
I'ma say, "Cap," when the bitch start choosin'
I'm in the trap with a whole lotta Uzis
I blew me a bag when I took her to Gucci
Got free clothes, I was f*ckin' with a booster
My life changed fast, my homie turned to a rat
I'd rather be snake, that's slatt (that's slatt)
He a straight ho, that nigga pussy, he cap
That nigga pussy, he cap, oh
I vouch to be the streets
Vouch to kill all my enemies, yeah
I vouch to keep the peace
You don't want war, stay out the streets, yeah
Bodies drop all the time, I don't feel nothin'
Swear to God y'all gon' make me go kill somethin'
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don't feel nothin'
I was down off the drugs, I'm exuded
I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it
They be watchin' me, clockin' my movements
They be plottin' on catchin' me snoozin'
Bodies drop all the time, I don't feel nothin'
Swear to God y'all gon' make me go kill somethin'
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don't feel nothin'
I was down off the drugs, I'm exuded
I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it
They be watchin' me, clockin' my movements
They be plottin' on catchin' me snoozin'
Lil Tjay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Demetrie Glover, Tione Meritt, Durk Banks, Protege Beatz, Joao Victor Alba Duarte
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Goat
(CashMoneyAP)
Lil Tjay
(Niggas gon' hate, I don't care about 'em)
(Niggas gon' hate, I don't care about 'em)
Not at all
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
All of this love and I ain't even made it
I got a plan for them niggas that hated
Run up some bands for my bros, I'ma make it
They want me gone, I can't walk around naked
Even my brother got caught, and he ate it
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Hop in the foreign, I'm driftin' all stupid
Niggas be broke like the f*ck is you doing?
Started off strong but there's room for improvement
I ain't for nothing, Milwaukee, I'm booming
Love ain't for me, now it's static with Cupid
Bitches in love with the way that I sing
They ain't want Tjay before this whole movement
Now they dick ride 'cause I'm doin' my thing
Still posted up on the block with the gang
Spin through your hood, I ain't tuckin' my chain
Bro got a chop with a whole lot of range
Said be consistent, ain't none' gon' change
Now that I'm speaking out honestly
I be flexing, but I'm still in poverty
Move my mom out the hood, do it properly
Give a f*ck if you look at me awkwardly
No Monopoly, I'm about property
I don't owe niggas shit but respect
Yeah, one day I was going through stress
Matter fact, I'm just wasting my breath
And now I'ma just talk about all of these bands
How I'm so grateful I'm not in the can
How I'm so grateful for all of my fans
How I'm so grateful I am who I am, huh
Balmain the sweater, huh
Truey on the pants, he did it again
Looking forward to a show in Japan
I think Dexter better lay off the Xans
Throwin' water on my chain 'cause I can
Applyin' pressure, now they shakin' my hands
Niggas ain't gettin' no paper
I know that's the reason they hate, that's my gun on my waist
Test Gwuapo, get shot in your face
And there ain't no room for debate
I know these niggas gon' hate
But my life is still goin' great
Pop out, Givenchy and Bape
We from the trenches, it's easy to hop over fences
The D's tryna build up a case
Stay with a weapon, it's either a Glock or a Wesson
That bitch shoot you right in your face
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
All of this love and I ain't even made it
I got a plan for them niggas that hated
Run up some bands for my bros, I'ma make it
They want me gone, I can't walk around naked
Even my brother got caught, and he ate it
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Feel like the greatest, I think I'm the G.O.A.T
Please don't get naked, I just want the throat
Out of my Birkin, I feel like it's workin'
Yeah, bitches be burgers, ain't even a joke
Feel like a star when I hop in the Wraith
It don't matter the place, I ain't tuckin' my chain
Only my brothers, ain't f*ckin' with lames
I don't care what you tell me, ain't nothin' gon' change
Ran up some bands, now I'm up like a plane
I was just hungry, ain't nothin' was funny
I do what y'all do, I'ma stay in my lane
Hop in the booth and I'm spittin' that pain
I was a youngin' that couldn't be tamed
Thinkin' shit funny like Tjay a stain
And I'ma get money regardless
Kill a nigga be easy, I'm heartless
I'm so young with a whole lot of charges
In the booth I be workin' my hardest
Boy tried to diss me, I swear that shit garbage
It won't be long 'til I walk down the carpet
Cop me a ladder, I took off the market
Red and green beam, I ain't missing my target
Run if you stupid, run if you stupid
Word to Smelly I won't hesi' to shoot shit
Told my niggas we gon' ball like I'm hoopin'
In the streets, I'm a fighter, Hadoken
Started winnin', I got tired of losin'
Know about it, don't why know they accusin'
Three lines got me deady, I'm snoozin'
Back up 'cause I'm seein' illusions
Bro told me grind, bro told me grind
All this fake love, I don't pay it no mind
Got a story and it's one of a kind
Independent, but I could've got signed
Cooking fire, baking soda combined
Do the math, I turned 8 in '09
17 and your boy in his prime
Free bro, he got off with a dime
Free verse? Is you out of your mind?
Only gang, do whatever for mine
Running, running, tryna get me a bag
Running, running, tryna get to it fast
Niggas talkin' like they bitches, they chat
Spin the block and we spinning it back
I was in the field cookin' the crack
One in the head, I ain't cocking it back
G side stackin' static, they smacked
SB, put my hood on the map, gang gang
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
All of this love and I ain't even made it
I got a plan for them niggas that hated
Run up some bands for my bros, I'ma make it
They want me gone, I can't walk around naked
Even my brother got caught, and he ate it
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
No one can stop me I feel like the greatest
Got to be humble, I patiently waited
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Yeah
Lil Tjay
(Niggas gon' hate, I don't care about 'em)
(Niggas gon' hate, I don't care about 'em)
Not at all
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
All of this love and I ain't even made it
I got a plan for them niggas that hated
Run up some bands for my bros, I'ma make it
They want me gone, I can't walk around naked
Even my brother got caught, and he ate it
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Hop in the foreign, I'm driftin' all stupid
Niggas be broke like the f*ck is you doing?
Started off strong but there's room for improvement
I ain't for nothing, Milwaukee, I'm booming
Love ain't for me, now it's static with Cupid
Bitches in love with the way that I sing
They ain't want Tjay before this whole movement
Now they dick ride 'cause I'm doin' my thing
Still posted up on the block with the gang
Spin through your hood, I ain't tuckin' my chain
Bro got a chop with a whole lot of range
Said be consistent, ain't none' gon' change
Now that I'm speaking out honestly
I be flexing, but I'm still in poverty
Move my mom out the hood, do it properly
Give a f*ck if you look at me awkwardly
No Monopoly, I'm about property
I don't owe niggas shit but respect
Yeah, one day I was going through stress
Matter fact, I'm just wasting my breath
And now I'ma just talk about all of these bands
How I'm so grateful I'm not in the can
How I'm so grateful for all of my fans
How I'm so grateful I am who I am, huh
Balmain the sweater, huh
Truey on the pants, he did it again
Looking forward to a show in Japan
I think Dexter better lay off the Xans
Throwin' water on my chain 'cause I can
Applyin' pressure, now they shakin' my hands
Niggas ain't gettin' no paper
I know that's the reason they hate, that's my gun on my waist
Test Gwuapo, get shot in your face
And there ain't no room for debate
I know these niggas gon' hate
But my life is still goin' great
Pop out, Givenchy and Bape
We from the trenches, it's easy to hop over fences
The D's tryna build up a case
Stay with a weapon, it's either a Glock or a Wesson
That bitch shoot you right in your face
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
All of this love and I ain't even made it
I got a plan for them niggas that hated
Run up some bands for my bros, I'ma make it
They want me gone, I can't walk around naked
Even my brother got caught, and he ate it
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Feel like the greatest, I think I'm the G.O.A.T
Please don't get naked, I just want the throat
Out of my Birkin, I feel like it's workin'
Yeah, bitches be burgers, ain't even a joke
Feel like a star when I hop in the Wraith
It don't matter the place, I ain't tuckin' my chain
Only my brothers, ain't f*ckin' with lames
I don't care what you tell me, ain't nothin' gon' change
Ran up some bands, now I'm up like a plane
I was just hungry, ain't nothin' was funny
I do what y'all do, I'ma stay in my lane
Hop in the booth and I'm spittin' that pain
I was a youngin' that couldn't be tamed
Thinkin' shit funny like Tjay a stain
And I'ma get money regardless
Kill a nigga be easy, I'm heartless
I'm so young with a whole lot of charges
In the booth I be workin' my hardest
Boy tried to diss me, I swear that shit garbage
It won't be long 'til I walk down the carpet
Cop me a ladder, I took off the market
Red and green beam, I ain't missing my target
Run if you stupid, run if you stupid
Word to Smelly I won't hesi' to shoot shit
Told my niggas we gon' ball like I'm hoopin'
In the streets, I'm a fighter, Hadoken
Started winnin', I got tired of losin'
Know about it, don't why know they accusin'
Three lines got me deady, I'm snoozin'
Back up 'cause I'm seein' illusions
Bro told me grind, bro told me grind
All this fake love, I don't pay it no mind
Got a story and it's one of a kind
Independent, but I could've got signed
Cooking fire, baking soda combined
Do the math, I turned 8 in '09
17 and your boy in his prime
Free bro, he got off with a dime
Free verse? Is you out of your mind?
Only gang, do whatever for mine
Running, running, tryna get me a bag
Running, running, tryna get to it fast
Niggas talkin' like they bitches, they chat
Spin the block and we spinning it back
I was in the field cookin' the crack
One in the head, I ain't cocking it back
G side stackin' static, they smacked
SB, put my hood on the map, gang gang
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
All of this love and I ain't even made it
I got a plan for them niggas that hated
Run up some bands for my bros, I'ma make it
They want me gone, I can't walk around naked
Even my brother got caught, and he ate it
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
No one can stop me I feel like the greatest
Got to be humble, I patiently waited
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Yeah
Writer: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Tione Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Top Of My Game
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
Writer: Tione Merritt, Xavier McKoy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
No Escape
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
Writer: Esmerlyn Toribio, Tione Merritt, Tomislav Ratesic
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Brothers (Remix)
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
Writer: Demetrie Glover, Tione Meritt, Durk Banks, Protege Beatz, Joao Victor Alba Duarte
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Leaked (Remix)
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
I got a plan to run up some bands
You tell me can't, I tell you, "I am"
Free all my brothers that's stuck in the can
Glizzy on me, .38 on jam
I pack, I can make you a strand
Free Mark, he went down off the Xan
Fake jeans, that shit come from Japan
I be flexing, you can look at my 'Gram
Bitches see me and they know who I am
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm a fan
Lil Tjay, oh my God, I'm the man
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Wasn't right, but I did what I can
F*ck it doe, 'cause I'm just livin' my life
Remember times when the day wasn't bright
Half a pint up in a two-liter Sprite
I'ma make sure all my niggas a'ight
[?] and I'm sippin' on [?]
Takin' off, 'bout to book me a flight
Diamonds dancin' in the middle of night
Fire bitches started bein' polite
I remember when I was watchin' their tape
Now they figure I can better they life
I ain't listenin' to niggas advice
Unless I feel what you tellin' me right
F*ck tomorrow, I'ma ball for tonight
I got potential to ball like I'm Mike
VVS diamonds, no regular ice
Heard a mistake when they see me on sight
Bitch, all that talkin' endanger your life
I keep a strap, Lil Tjay a dyke
Brought on my head like I dealt with the price
Nigga, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
It's not about holdin' my pants up
This money gon' call, I'm gon' answer
I used to be down, but look at me now, I just f*cked some bitch named Amanda
And bitches be blingin' my hotline
Drop top at the stop sign
You say that you flexin', boy, stop lyin'
And your bitch an eater, she not mine
And I'm goin' straight to the top, watch how I open up shop
F*ck out my way, I don't need you while we great, gettin' to it out of state
I need a bag, that's the reason that I splash every time I'm on the track
Foot on the gas, leave them niggas in the past, I remember I was trash
Down to my last, I ain't never even ask, now I look at y'all and laugh
Niggas be mad, why don't you look at my dad? It's crazy this happened so fast
I'm on the road and I'm bringin' my bros, I'ma do it for all of the guys on the ave'
Pop me a flag, pop me a tag, sippin' dirty, I don't know how to act
They said I'm the new A Boogie, relax
I ain't never try to copy your swag
I'm just tryna put my hood on the map
Ellie use to live right next to the trap
Love or hate me, I'ma get to the racks
Skippin' niggas, I'ma call and get back
I was sleepin', yeah I was takin' a nap
Ohh, yeah
Nah, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Bitch, you could mob, and no tongin' me down
Make fun of me now, they see me like, "Wow"
Niggas gon' hate and wanna down, runnin' your mouth
I have my young niggas run in your house
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out, ayy
'Fore the sun even out
You could be dead 'fore the sun even out
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
Writer: Dwayne Carter, Tione Dalyan Merritt, Duane Deleepe Perera, Tomislav Ratesic
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
True 2 Myself is the debut studio album by American rapper Lil Tjay. It was released on October 11, 2019, through Columbia Records. The production on the album was handled by multiple producers including CashMoneyAP, TnTXD, JD On Tha Track and Dystinkt Beatz among others. The album also features guest appearances from Rileyy Lanez, Jay Critch, Lil Baby, Lil Durk, and Lil Wayne.
True 2 Myself was supported by seven singles: "Brothers", "Leaked", "Goat", "Ruthless", "Laneswitch", "F.N" and "Hold On". The album received generally positive reviews from music critics and was a commercial success. It debuted at number five on the US Billboard 200 chart earning 45,000 album-equivalent units in its first week. The album was certified double platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) in February 2023.
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Lil TjayTrue 2 Myself was supported by seven singles: "Brothers", "Leaked", "Goat", "Ruthless", "Laneswitch", "F.N" and "Hold On". The album received generally positive reviews from music critics and was a commercial success. It debuted at number five on the US Billboard 200 chart earning 45,000 album-equivalent units in its first week. The album was certified double platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) in February 2023.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap, R&B
Length: 55:57
Released: October 11th, 2019
Year: 2019