作词 : Lil Tjay/Relly Made/Jason Critchlow

作曲 : Lil Tjay/Relly Made/Jason Critchlow

Lil Tjay

2, 3 bands and you thinking s**t sweet little *****

I ain't never gonna extend my hand

2, 3 bands and you thinking s**t sweet little *****

I ain't never gonna extend my hand

If we too deep vs the whole block deep

Swear to god I ain't ever gonna fail my man

Money gonna come like the money gonna go

All these fake ****** started getting too close

So I stay with my guys that been by my side

'Cause I know they gone 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 the young boy win

They don't wanna see the young boy win

When I come up there's a whole lotta gang s**t

As a youngin I just wanted to be famous

Hopped in the booth til we screamed that we made it

Other day I was recording in the basement

Now I pull up to a show in a spaceship

How you screaming day 1 doing fake s**t

Nowadays bad b*****s wanna taste it

Pull up on the S show love that be gang s**t

And if they let me in the game Ima change it

Ain't a lotta ****** saying that I'm basic

Pop out I'm a stain Balmain and some Bape s**t

****** see me they ain't ever gonna say s**t

Buss down they ain't never gone take this

Money I got lil ***** can't make this

Counting blue strips broke ****** gonna hate this

Momma so proud I'ma take her on vacation

I be goin hard

Remember used to starve

Remember selling nicks right on the boulevard

Goin downtown try to steal a ***** car

And if I call Tut he'll pull a ***** card

I don't play the field no more without the hammer

Brodie on the news whole face on the camera

Free all my day 1 ****** out the slammer

Opp ***** told black and white he a panda

Got me finna run up in his crib like I'm Santa

All this 'designer1 got me broads in Atlanta

Honestly I ain't playin games no more

And they be on my **** 'til my thing feel sore

***** said I'm trash shorty change your drawers

I ain't worried about you why you worried about me

I'ma still pop-out with a fresh white tee

With some retro J's and some fresh Nike's

2, 3 bands and you thinking s**t sweet little *****

I ain't never gonna extend my hand

If we too deep vs the whole block deep

Swear to god I ain't ever gonna fail my man

Money gonna come like the money gonna go

All these fake ****** started getting too close

So I stay with my guys that been by my side

Cause I know they gone 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 the young boy win

They don't wanna see the young boy win

Check up they don't wanna 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 rock foreign but bro in a stolie

Had to make me some plays on my doli1

Think I made it these b*****s all on me

Now they say that chain is a trophy

Boss up he a baby like jodi

Used to go hit a stain for the oz

When I put on the ice it be OD

I'm talkin money putting cash on the three way

Doin' the dash on the freeway

I knew I would get it they didn't believe me

Baby I make it look easy

Your ***** keep callin and sayin she need me

I know she see me with Tjay

I'm sipping fours of the drink moving slow mo'

But my whip through speed race

She wanna link up a hoe

That's a no go

I be stackin my cheese cake

Yeah I get to the racks and I'm up by the rim

Collectin' em back and I do it again

2, 3 bands and you thinking s**t sweet little *****

I ain't never gonna extend my hand

If we too deep vs the whole block deep

Swear to god I ain't ever gonna fail my mans

Money gonna come like the money gonna go

All these fake ****** started getting too close

So I stay with my guys that been by my side

'Cause I know they gone 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 the young boy win

They don't wanna see the young boy win

No no, gang gang

They don't wanna see the young boy win

No no, gang gang gang gang gang gang