Lil Tjay: Fire In The Booth

[Part I]

[Intro: Lil Tjay & Charlie Sloth]

Now it's time to rumble (Woo, woo)

Brrt, boom, boom, boom

It's been two years, man (Two years)

Hold on (You back, you back, you back, ayy, run that shit up, Chase)

[Verse: Lil Tjay]

Lately, they say I'm the topic

I be wakin' 'em up when I drop shit

Everything I be sayin' be hot shit

Walk around, 40K just for my pockets

I be winnin', they know they can't stop this

Hit the stage for one-fifty, they mosh pit

I be runnin' it up, need the bag

Strictly business, can't fuck with no flaw shit

When I back out that jet, they be all sick

I can't love on no bitch, I just do me in quick

Finna pass out on money, on dog shit

Once I blow out your back, let my dogs hit

I know niggas tryna do me in

I can't lack, I be movin' with caution

Yeah, I keep me a strap, nigga reach, it go, "Brrat" to your back and your head, no extorsion (Ayy, run that shit up, Chase)

From a youngin, I uppеd my torch and

Murder rate, they know wе got a portion

Totin' Stephen Curry, I ain't never worry 'cause my accuracy kind of awesome

This JT got me high on the moon, bet that boy got buried tryna cross 'em

Even my mama know I'm a goon, but I'm on a legendary boss run

I be gettin' higher, JT in the sky, know they kids admire, let me calm down

Keep it PG and make more sounds, I can't let nobody bring your torch down

When they talkin' on me, I ignore now

When it's static, my shooters kick door down

Pop out with full rounds

I can't lack, that would leave mama tore down (Ayy, run that shit up, Chase)

In the streets, it ain't really no love

In the streets, nigga front, he a dub

Yeah, I kept me a glee, ss

Nigga run up, think sweet, duh

Better come fifty deep for some blood

'Cause we so used to sweepin' shit up

I feel like Wiz Khalif' with these nugs

All these deadies, I roll up the drugs, I roll up the drugs

I'm smokin' your deads

Don't get shot in your head

I be duckin' the feds

I am not right, I be off of these meds

Niggas be talkin' like they with the shits

You'll get shot in your motherfuckin'—

I was just smokin' the Dummy, the JT, the Crimson, the—

Yeah, we like the meds (Ayy, run that shit up, Chase)

Couple don't like me, probably 'cause they see how I'm icy

I got superstar bitches on my D

Can't let nothin' stop me unless it's almighty

I wasn't in it, they shot up my car

I'm on a tour, it ain't hard to come find me

Everywhere I go, a nigga shiny

Probably got two, three, four shooters behind me

Ayy, let's go take ride down to Flex

Went to Benny's, started wildlin' on my neck

Free my guys off the island, I know y'all there wildin' and when y'all come home, this shit direct

Uh, uh, then I might cop an Audemar

I might pop out in the stars

It ain't shit, I flow these bars

Niggas talkin' like— (Ayy, run that shit up, Chase)

I got niggas gettin' busy with them cards

I got niggas that's tryna get a pack

In the field, they weren't tryna get a job

Either rob or I get it in the trap

How it work? Look at me, I'm gettin' racks

Plaques after plaques

Millis in my— that's for them niggas suckin' on my cock

They ain't think I would do it, nigga, tact'

Young and Black

Whole city know who on the map

Niggas be talkin' like they with the shits

I'ma let it rip

Niggas suckin' dick

'Cause you'll get shot up in your lip, like, hold on (Ayy, run that shit up, Chase)

[Outro: Lil Tjay]

(Hadouken)

Hold on

Hold on, let me get some other shit, let me get some other shit, man

[Part II]

[Intro: Charlie Sloth]

Woo, Lil Tjay

We in London

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]

Pain in my heart, lot of shit be on my mental

I be tryna paint the picture for 'em, no stencil

Put the .40 cal to a nigga whole dental

Then I blow his face off, then we do the race

Hold on, I ain't pullin' over, can't do that nowadays

'Cause you know it's with me nowadays

Been with me for a while, I can't put it down

PTSD on me, on my fuckin' crown

Now the money on my head, I know niggas want me dead

I don't give a fuck about them niggas, yeah, it's up, nigga

And it's stuck, nigga, try your luck, nigga

I don't give a fuck, nigga, if it's fuckin' up, nigga

Off the dome, word to mother, I got niggas on my phone

In the towns, I know they can't, tryna leave me 'lone

They be tryna not to bother me, yeah, I'm from Slaughtery

I know how hard it be, so I be understandin'

Yeah, I know I'm the man to win, I be plannin'

Tryna get the more bands in and expandin'

Yeah, you know what happened— more than rappin'

I'm tryna figure this shit out, I just be adaptin'

[Interlude: Lil Tjay & Charlie Sloth]

Woo

Ayy, Lil Tjay really freestylin' out here

Hold on

You see, I don't need to write, everything I do is right

Woo

[Verse 2: Lil Tjay]

I don't need to write, I don't need the hype, listen

But I'ma feed the mic, diamonds, need the bite, hold on, look

(He's heating up)

I come from the lot, ain't come from the 'burbs

'Membered all them nights we was swimmin' in some 'burbs

He talkin' on my name, pussy boy done got some nerves

Yeah, you know I'm workin' hard, I'm tryna get what I deserve

Tryna get the shit I earned and you know I had to learn

And big bro told me, "You don't gotta wait your turn"

And you know I gotta grind and you know I waited for this

And you know I'm tryna be right there on the Forbe list

Everything gorgeous, millis in my bank account

I remember nights when we was huntin', really stakin' out

Swear to God, this off the top, really from the fuckin' block

Now I got a Richard Mille with a whole lot of rocks

I got MJB on my fuckin' hoodie

These niggas, they be talkin', they be bitches swingin' goodies

Everybody lookin' at me like I fuckin' made it

Lookin' at them other niggas, yeah, them niggas hated

This ain't dated, still rockin' off the playlist

I started off 2018, sellin' Vegas

Niggas, they be talkin', they be talkin', got some nerves

And you know, pull up on me, they ain't never say no words, huh

I said

[Interlude: Lil Tjay & Charlie Sloth]

I see you, bro

Hold on

I see you shinin' (Uh)

Hold on

[Verse 3: Lil Tjay]

Youngest nigga doin' this, no, I'm not a capper

Really puttin' work, don't you think 'cause I'm a raptor

These niggas, they be talkin', don't pay 'tention to the laughter

'Cause niggas know, they know my body, though, niggas know, huh

The youngest nigga puttin' on

Anybody know, you see up in person, I perform

Any time you see me, don't care 'bout no police, yeah, we armed

'Cause ain't nobody gon' take me, have my mama see me gone

Gotta put on, gotta pay the bills, gotta make it out

Niggas talkin', I ain't had no other motherfuckin' route

I was doin' bids, I was thirteen in them streets

We was, huh, kickin' niggas cans, we was like, "It's beef"

And you know, every day, I can't lack

Gotta get these stacks, thinkin' 'bout them trenches, thinkin' nightmares, can't go back

I said, huh, I gotta get these bands

My mama lookin' at me like her son is now a man like (Perfect)

[Interlude: Lil Tjay & Charlie Sloth]

Hold on

Let me get my rhyme right, this shit off the top for y'all

Listen, a lot of niggas that can't do this, hold on

Let's get it, bro

[Verse 4: Lil Tjay]

I got shot seven times, one time in my neck, 'bout five in my chest

Probably more

I don't know 'cause the doctors— hold on

Whole body sittin' on the floor

And nowadays, I know these bitches knowin' I'm a star

That's why I got strap up, I can't fuck these bitches raw

If you talkin' hot to me, then I might punch you in your jaw

A lot of niggas on the internet be talkin', I ignore

Niggas hatin' on the kid 'cause they knowin' I'm the one

I ain't doin' shit for fun, you better pay me, not for nothin'

And you know I'm goin' hard

They be tryna underrate me, the industry must hate me

But, fuck it, niggas can't relate me

I'm the chosen one, no cosigns, everything written

Niggas blow minds

Give a fuck about these niggas 'cause you know what's up

Niggas, they be talkin', I don't hear 'em, I be rollin' up

And you know, know what's up

King of my city, ain't showin' no pity

I put a lot of fuckin' niggas on

A lot of niggas never really tried to help others

I be lookin' at Fivio like it's my brother

Huh, R.I.P. to Pop Smoke

And you know we from the gutter, won't never be no 'nother

Hold on

Shit be killin' me

Niggas, they be talkin', they ain't feelin' me

(He's on fire)

[Interlude: Lil Tjay & Charlie Sloth]

Lil Tjay in the building, from the top

Huh, we in London with it, hold on

Woo

[Verse 5: Lil Tjay]

Rick Owens on my feet, MJB

Big chain, hold on

Big chain, doin' big things

Yeah, you know, huh, huh, look

I got a story to tell

These niggas takin', they be talkin', they ain't knowin' me well

I took my glasses off, I'm 'bout to get a lil' fuckin' deeper

And you know God saved me, I'm the keeper

Remember them nights, late nights, I was on the block

We was lookin' for a opp, fuck it, I'm the reaper

I heard about some new niggas beefin' with my bro Kay Flock

Niggas sayin' they the Sweepers

[Outro: Lil Tjay & Charlie Sloth]

Free Kay Kay (Hoo)

Free Mog, free the guys

Free all my fuckin' guys, this shit off the dome

A lot of professional artists do not come in here off the dome

Word to my mother (I don't know many people that do, bro)

Off the dome

Just ate the whole beat, the whole beat got eaten

Lil Tjay in the building

Ayy, see that there?

That's what we call Fire in the Booth

Came through one fell swoop

Nothing was written