[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