Lil Tjay - Goin Up
Publié : 4 mai 2022 à 13h15
PAROLES LIL TJAY GOING UP
No, noLil Tjay, yeah, yeahYo, 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 niggaI ain't never gon' extend my handIf we two deep verse your whole block deepSwear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my manMoney gon' come like the money gon' goAll these fake niggas started getting too closeSo 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 sauceNew kicks, I don't care what it costRuthless, I don't care who lostStupid, I done turned to a bossAnd I know they don't wanna see the young boy winThey don't wanna see the young boy winThey don't wanna see a young boy winThey don't wanna see a young boy win
Where I come from there's a whole lot of gang shitAs a youngin I just wanted to be famousHopped in the booth to your screen, now we made itOther day I was recording in the basementNow I pull up to a show in a spaceshipHow you screamin', "Day one, " doin' fake shit?Nowadays bad bitches wanna taste itPull up on the S, show love, that be gang shitAnd if they let me in the game, I'ma change itAin't a lot of niggas say ever basicPop it, I'ma stain, Balmains and some Bape shitNiggas see me, they ain't never gon' say shitBustdown, ain't never gon' take thisMoney I got, lil' nigga, can't make thisCountin' blue strips, broke niggas gon' hate thisMama so proud, I'ma take her on vacationI be goin' hard, remember used to starveRemember selling nicks right on the boulevardGoing downtown, tryna steal a nigga carAnd if I call Tut he'll pull a nigga cardI don't play the field no more without a hammerBrodie on the news, whole face on the cameraFree all my day one niggas out the slammerOpp nigga told, black and white, he a pandaGot me finna run up in his crib like I'm SantaAll of this designer got me broads in AtlantaHonestly, I ain't playin' games no moreAnd they been on my dick 'til my thing feel soreBitch said I'm trash, shorty, change your drawersI ain't worried 'bout you, I ain't worried 'bout meI'ma still pop out with a fresh white teeWith some retro J's and some fresh Nikes
Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little niggaI ain't never gon' extend my handIf we two deep verse your whole block deepSwear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my manMoney gon' come like the money gon' goAll these fake niggas started getting too closeSo 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 sauceNew kicks, I don't care what it costRuthless, I don't care who lostStupid, I done turned to a bossAnd I know they don't wanna see the young boy winThey don't wanna see the young boy winThey don't wanna see a young boy winThey don't wanna see a young boy win
Check up, they don't wan' see me winFlex up, I'ma jump out the gymNew water, watch that young boy swimI got it the harder way like I'm TimIn that Maybach, you can't see through the tintI ride foreign but bro in a stolieHad to make me some plays on my dolieThink I made it, these bitches all on meNo, 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 odeeI'm talking money, put that cash on a threewayDoin' the dash on a freewayI knew I would get it, they didn't believe meBaby, I make it look easy (I make it look easy)Your bitch keep callin' and sayin' she need meI know she see me with Tjay (I know she see me with Tjay)I'm sippin' fours of that drank, movin' slow-moBut my whip do the speed race (but my whip do the speed race)She wanna link up a ho, that's a no-goI been stackin' my cheesecake (I been stackin' my cheesecake)Yeah, I get to the racks and I'm above the rimCollecting the bag and I do it again
Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little niggaI ain't never gon' extend my handIf we two deep verse your whole block deepSwear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my manMoney gon' come like the money gon' goAll these fake niggas started getting too closeSo 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 sauceNew kicks, I don't care what it costRuthless, I don't care who lostStupid, I done turned to a bossAnd I know they don't wanna see the young boy winThey don't wanna see the young boy winThey don't wanna see a young boy winThey don't wanna see a young boy win