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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Canady
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Producer
Chip Cannon
Chip Cannon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob It can get ugly (huh) Would you leave or stay like you love me? From the bottom, all I know is the struggle Can't get no job, so all I know is the hustle Yeah, bankroll gettin' bigger (nigga) Empire gettin' built up, givin' racks to the right nigga I can get a pack overnight, ain't nothin' like you niggas Sippin' syrup 'til my body numb, I ain't tryna catch no feelings I ain't never bite no nigga She give me brain now 'cause I'm famous I got these chains on, gettin' tangled I'm in the big Benz, not a Wrangler It's still a Jeep though, it ain't cheap, ho I'm just happy they gon' free Rico Dodgin' stank hoes and R.I.C.O. I'ma spin a van with them Dracos Probably ridin' around with Starlito I'ma bust it down with my lil' bros Buy cars for all of my kinfolk If the sack ever did get low God knows it's gon' be a robbery Why the fuck everybody callin' me? Everybody who left took a part of me Excuse my drip, yeah, pardon me Show me a list of who hard as me It can get ugly (huh) Would you leave or stay like you love me? From the bottom, all I know is the struggle Can't get no job, so all I know is the hustle (yeah) Right back after tour, ain't got time for no attitude Why I cannot lose, feel like I had to do it I'm in my savage mood, put a lil' back into it Treat me with gratitude, I ain't no average dude Need my rims offset like Cardi B This might be my hardest beat Put the blame on Pee, he started me Got the game from Big, he guarded me Coach threw me in, took me out the streets Now I get racks to rap on beats I still know plugs with packs for cheap Killers owe favors, they'll whack for free Never did fraud, I got cash receipts Lotta niggas get they swag from me Don't tell nobody 'bout bags from me You were not in the street, you wouldn't last a week My bitch so bad, I pass on freaks I'm here 'cause my granny be prayin' for me None of these niggas ain't playin' with me Got hitters that'll sit in that can for me, yeah It can get ugly (huh) Would you leave or stay like you love me? From the bottom, all I know is the struggle Can't get no job, so all I know is the hustle, yeah
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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