(JD On Tha Track)
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend
I see a opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk
How you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, my bad for the sins, since I began
I just got lost in the wind
And I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Beamer
Truly, I wanted a Benz
Everybody grind, everybody eat
I've been on my grind on my two feet
Butterfly doors in a two seat
They teeth finna punch, call it Bruce Lee
We'll spin a nigga block, only two deep
Nigga ran out his socks like his new feet
Mini Mack got knocked, but he loopy
Wanna see my whole block livin' Gucci
And the good die young sip Poochie
Walk around two chops, Lil Ducie
Out of town finna cop Lil Uzi
Know a lot of pussy niggas want shoot me
Wear my hat to the back, I ain't woopty
I got main bitch E, she a groupie
I remember block days, it was 2P
In the cell writing bars under two sheets
I remember when the crib had no heat
I remember when the opps wanted no beef
I remember spinnin' blocks in a stoley
Seen a nigga get burned with a bogie
I done seen a good kid start OD
I done seen bro die in front of police
So I try not to cry every day now
Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down
If you hit pussy nigga, better stay down
You ain't never move guns through the Greyhound
You ain't never gon' spin when it came down
And I really wanna hear what you say now
Keep a pole everyday we don't play 'round
Backpack got a stash, this is spray ground
I remember tryna juug at the playground
In the stu' goin' hard every day now
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend
I see a opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk
How you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, my bad for the sins, since I began
I just got lost in the wind
And I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Beamer
Truly, I wanted a Benz
I hope my mama forget shit that I did
She ain't expect from a kid
It's just the way that it is, stick to your biz
'Fore you start running your jibs
I know some killers and goons, I send 'em lurkin'
They finna get you by noon
You gon' get swept like a broom, heaven got room
You finna go up there soon
What you assume?
Had to eat, I ain't start with no spoon
Feel like brothers just got me in tune
Now I'm finna shoot off to the moon
Number goin' like Sonic, they zoom
Bitches fiendin' to give up they coo'
Made a milli so long from a goon
I'ma have me a billion soon, na na
I'ma reach for the stars
I soon cop me a new Audemars
Had to let go like five at the bar
Told the dealership, "Go get my car"
I be the man, two milli plus on the 'Gram
Learn what you don't understand
You just a fan, soon as you saw me you ran
Bro caught a hit off the Xan
Boy I'ma blam
That's what you don't understand
No we ain't finna throw hands, no no
Nigga tryna steal my shine
I'ma clap 'fore you try to take mine, no no no no
Lately I've been on my grind
For a fact we gon' all be fine, no no no no
Haters tryna waste my time, for a fact
I don't pay 'em no mind
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend
I see a opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk
How you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, my bad for the sins, since I began
I just got lost in the wind
And I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Beamer
Truly, I wanted a Benz
Lil Tjay - Go In Lyrics
Lil Tjay - Go In Lyrics
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(JD On Tha Track)
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend
I see a opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk
How you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, my bad for the sins, since I began
I just got lost in the wind
And I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Beamer
Truly, I wanted a Benz
Everybody grind, everybody eat
I've been on my grind on my two feet
Butterfly doors in a two seat
They teeth finna punch, call it Bruce Lee
We'll spin a nigga block, only two deep
Nigga ran out his socks like his new feet
Mini Mack got knocked, but he loopy
Wanna see my whole block livin' Gucci
And the good die young sip Poochie
Walk around two chops, Lil Ducie
Out of town finna cop Lil Uzi
Know a lot of pussy niggas want shoot me
Wear my hat to the back, I ain't woopty
I got main bitch E, she a groupie
I remember block days, it was 2P
In the cell writing bars under two sheets
I remember when the crib had no heat
I remember when the opps wanted no beef
I remember spinnin' blocks in a stoley
Seen a nigga get burned with a bogie
I done seen a good kid start OD
I done seen bro die in front of police
So I try not to cry every day now
Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down
If you hit pussy nigga, better stay down
You ain't never move guns through the Greyhound
You ain't never gon' spin when it came down
And I really wanna hear what you say now
Keep a pole everyday we don't play 'round
Backpack got a stash, this is spray ground
I remember tryna juug at the playground
In the stu' goin' hard every day now
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend
I see a opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk
How you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, my bad for the sins, since I began
I just got lost in the wind
And I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Beamer
Truly, I wanted a Benz
I hope my mama forget shit that I did
She ain't expect from a kid
It's just the way that it is, stick to your biz
'Fore you start running your jibs
I know some killers and goons, I send 'em lurkin'
They finna get you by noon
You gon' get swept like a broom, heaven got room
You finna go up there soon
What you assume?
Had to eat, I ain't start with no spoon
Feel like brothers just got me in tune
Now I'm finna shoot off to the moon
Number goin' like Sonic, they zoom
Bitches fiendin' to give up they coo'
Made a milli so long from a goon
I'ma have me a billion soon, na na
I'ma reach for the stars
I soon cop me a new Audemars
Had to let go like five at the bar
Told the dealership, "Go get my car"
I be the man, two milli plus on the 'Gram
Learn what you don't understand
You just a fan, soon as you saw me you ran
Bro caught a hit off the Xan
Boy I'ma blam
That's what you don't understand
No we ain't finna throw hands, no no
Nigga tryna steal my shine
I'ma clap 'fore you try to take mine, no no no no
Lately I've been on my grind
For a fact we gon' all be fine, no no no no
Haters tryna waste my time, for a fact
I don't pay 'em no mind
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend
I see a opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk
How you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, my bad for the sins, since I began
I just got lost in the wind
And I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Beamer
Truly, I wanted a Benz
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend
I see a opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk
How you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, my bad for the sins, since I began
I just got lost in the wind
And I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Beamer
Truly, I wanted a Benz
Everybody grind, everybody eat
I've been on my grind on my two feet
Butterfly doors in a two seat
They teeth finna punch, call it Bruce Lee
We'll spin a nigga block, only two deep
Nigga ran out his socks like his new feet
Mini Mack got knocked, but he loopy
Wanna see my whole block livin' Gucci
And the good die young sip Poochie
Walk around two chops, Lil Ducie
Out of town finna cop Lil Uzi
Know a lot of pussy niggas want shoot me
Wear my hat to the back, I ain't woopty
I got main bitch E, she a groupie
I remember block days, it was 2P
In the cell writing bars under two sheets
I remember when the crib had no heat
I remember when the opps wanted no beef
I remember spinnin' blocks in a stoley
Seen a nigga get burned with a bogie
I done seen a good kid start OD
I done seen bro die in front of police
So I try not to cry every day now
Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down
If you hit pussy nigga, better stay down
You ain't never move guns through the Greyhound
You ain't never gon' spin when it came down
And I really wanna hear what you say now
Keep a pole everyday we don't play 'round
Backpack got a stash, this is spray ground
I remember tryna juug at the playground
In the stu' goin' hard every day now
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend
I see a opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk
How you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, my bad for the sins, since I began
I just got lost in the wind
And I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Beamer
Truly, I wanted a Benz
I hope my mama forget shit that I did
She ain't expect from a kid
It's just the way that it is, stick to your biz
'Fore you start running your jibs
I know some killers and goons, I send 'em lurkin'
They finna get you by noon
You gon' get swept like a broom, heaven got room
You finna go up there soon
What you assume?
Had to eat, I ain't start with no spoon
Feel like brothers just got me in tune
Now I'm finna shoot off to the moon
Number goin' like Sonic, they zoom
Bitches fiendin' to give up they coo'
Made a milli so long from a goon
I'ma have me a billion soon, na na
I'ma reach for the stars
I soon cop me a new Audemars
Had to let go like five at the bar
Told the dealership, "Go get my car"
I be the man, two milli plus on the 'Gram
Learn what you don't understand
You just a fan, soon as you saw me you ran
Bro caught a hit off the Xan
Boy I'ma blam
That's what you don't understand
No we ain't finna throw hands, no no
Nigga tryna steal my shine
I'ma clap 'fore you try to take mine, no no no no
Lately I've been on my grind
For a fact we gon' all be fine, no no no no
Haters tryna waste my time, for a fact
I don't pay 'em no mind
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend
I see a opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk
How you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, my bad for the sins, since I began
I just got lost in the wind
And I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Beamer
Truly, I wanted a Benz
Writer: Joao Victor Alba Duarte, Tione Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC