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+**************************************************
+Close Friends[Intro]
+Oh, this the one right here, Wicked?
+Okay
+Yeah, yeah
+Run that back, Turbo
+
+[Chorus]
+We started off as close friends (Close friends)
+Somehow you turned into my girlfriend (My girlfriend)
+We used to tell each other everything (Everything)
+I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings
+Everything was so cool (So cool)
+Lately baby been actin' so rude (Been so rude)
+I don't know what somebody told you (What they told you)
+But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you
+
+[Verse 1]
+I know you remember how I would hold you
+Still remember how I approached you
+I think I loved you 'fore I knew you
+Know we be fuckin' 'fore I screwed you
+Made a promise I won't use you
+Play my cards right, I won't lose you
+Got 'em tuned in like I'm YouTube
+Got somethin' on me like it's voodoo
+I'll go nuts for you, go cuckoo, lose my cool and all
+And I know that shit was wrong, I shouldn't've did what I did
+[Verse 2]
+Just wipe your eyes and stop this cryin'
+I told the truth, that I'd been lyin'
+I gave you racks, I tried to buy in
+I even did the unthinkable, and I'm sorry for what I did to you
+Take me back, if I was you and I did what I did
+I probably would, I probably wouldn't
+Take you back, if I was you and I did what I did
+I probably would, I probably wouldn't
+Just wipe your eyes and stop this cryin'
+I told the truth, that I'd been lyin'
+I gave you racks, I tried to buy in
+I even did the unthinkable, and I'm sorry for what I did to you
+
+[Chorus]
+We started off as close friends (Close friends)
+Somehow you turned into my girlfriend (My girlfriend)
+We used to tell each other everything (Everything)
+I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings
+Everything was so cool (So cool)
+Lately baby been actin' so rude (Been so rude)
+I don't know what somebody told you (What they told you)
+But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you
+
+[Verse 3]
+Keep our business to ourselves
+The internet ain't doin' no help
+I know I shouldn't've never left
+But everything I did for us
+And us, I'm speakin' on my kids
+Thinkin' 'bout this shit I did
+Like how the hell I get myself involved in this bullshit?
+Married to the game, I can't make you my fiancée
+Bad young boss bitch, treat her like Beyoncé
+But damn what them broads say, I fucked them all the first day
+And that's why you trippin' anyway, like when I fuck 'em I don't pay
+Even if we never speak again
+I'll make sure you're ridin' in the latest Benz
+Keep your business all apart if you can stay out of mine
+Bought a brand new Audemars, but I done ran out of time
+[Chorus]
+We started off as close friends (Close friends)
+Somehow you turned into my girlfriend (My girlfriend)
+We used to tell each other everything (Everything)
+I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings
+Everything was so cool (So cool)
+Lately baby been actin' so rude (Been so rude)
+I don't know what somebody told you (What they told you)
+But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you84EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Freestyle[Intro]
+DaVinci (DaVinci, DaVinci)
+Yeah
+Shoutout the whole Oakland City, man
+You know what I'm saying? The whole 4PF
+Know what I'm saying? I put this up
+Yeah
+
+[Verse]
+Shoutout my label, that's me
+I'm in this bitch with TB
+I'm in this bitch with 4 Trey
+I just poured up me an eight
+Real nigga all in my face
+Five hundred racks in my safe
+Five hundred racks to the plug
+What you know 'bout showin' love?
+What you know 'bout pullin' up in Bentley trucks?
+Make these bitches fall in love
+All of my niggas on go
+None of my niggas no ho
+All of my niggas want smoke
+All of my niggas together
+We came from the bottom, we used to wear each other's clothes
+None of my niggas gon' fold
+Couple pussy niggas told
+They ain’t my niggas no more
+Hold it down for the four
+In the nine with the woes
+Marlo my dawg, that's for sure
+We won't fall out about shit
+'Specially not 'bout no bitch
+We ain't gon' fall out 'bout hoes
+Me and Ced get them loads
+We let 'em go for the low
+I got my hood in control
+I got my left wrist on froze
+I got my right wrist on froze
+I got my necklace on froze
+Both of my ears on froze
+I been gettin' faded, I'm sippin' on maple
+If she won't fuck, I won't make her
+I don't like bitches with makeup
+If she want titties, I pay for 'em
+Get outta that when I wake up
+I pass the ball, I don't layup
+I'm a big boss, I got say so
+They'll wipe you down if I say so
+Dracos on Dracos on Dracos on Dracos
+.40s on .40s on .40s
+I just bought me some new water
+Wetter than Katrina, shoutout New Orleans
+I made a promise my niggas gon' ball
+Hard in the paint, change my name to John Wall
+Geekin' off trees like a leaf in the fall
+Find a new plug then we takin' em all
+Pull up in a brand new Benz truck
+Hop out fresher than a Mento
+Lil' nigga, but I'm big, dawg
+All I gotta make is one call
+Get a nigga block, took off
+Cross a nigga up, Hot Sauce
+Ooh, I got 'em mad, my fault
+Talkin' 'bout the shit that I bought
+Poppin' these Percs, I done turned to a savage
+Hundred racks stuffed in the mattress
+Hundred racks stuffed in the attic
+Hundred racks stuffed in the sofa
+These niggas play gangster, but they won't approach me
+I know they never approach me
+They know that they'll catch a bullet
+I rock the gang to the fullest
+I run with some real ones, don't hang with no pussies
+I ain't no killer, don't push me
+I see how you niggas be lurkin'
+I hope you don't think you no bully
+I'm livin' the life, I should star in a movie
+Ridin' in a Vert with an Uzi
+12 get behind me, I lose 'em
+They tryna guess what I'm doin'
+They tryna guess who I'm screwin'
+That ain't even they business
+They ain't wanna fuck with me
+Now they see a nigga drippin'
+Now they wanna fuck with me
+They can't get in touch with me
+Hardly ever in the city
+They just know I'm gettin' bigger
+They just know a nigga busy
+I been runnin' up them digits
+[Outro]
+Yeah46EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+On Me[Intro]
+(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Fill the bando up with bags, give the lil' bro them a job
+You can come get rich with us, you gon' eat or you gon' starve?
+Keep a certified hitter sittin', I pay him not to rob
+Hop out 2020 Cullinan, I'm ridin' in the stars
+Know some people hate that I'm on top, I bulletproofed the car
+All the members made free bands off packs, live like they crackin' cards
+Joe know for a fact I keep it real, he still ain't take the charge
+Why she talkin' crazy 'bout me like I don't do more than my part?
+I can't play with my creation, give the world to my lil' boys
+I been savin' more than I been spendin', that's what I bе on
+I'm a human, I'm not perfect, I know sometimеs I be wrong
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm like, "Come and put that pussy on me, don't be runnin' from me"
+If I like it, I spend money on it, get whatever from me
+Put six figures in your business, I do real shit
+I drop cash at the dealership, they'll mail you a pink slip
+She make sure she keep her nails did and her wig fixed
+Went to jail and that one held me down, she a real bitch
+Hundred rounds in the double drum, this a Kel-Tec
+Marco been in prison for a while, but he still flex
+[Verse 2]
+I told brodie 'nem to park the car, but they still wrecked
+I don't think nobody around steal, but I still check
+I don't got a hundred mil' yet, I can't chill yet
+But don't get it misconstrued, yeah, I get real checks
+Baby fuckin' like a pornstar, we have real sex
+Have nobody in our business, we take Learjets
+Say she like when I perform, so I fuck her with my chains on
+And she handlin' her part, so I let her play the main role
+Ain't have to get rich for these partners, still with the same folks
+And I can't beef with none of you niggas, not in the same boat
+I'm never gon' get caught up about it, know how the game go
+Tennis chain bustin', look like rainbows
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm like, "Come and put that pussy on me, don't be runnin' from me"
+If I like it, I spend money on it, get whatever from me
+Put six figures in your business, I do real shit
+I drop cash at the dealership, they'll mail you a pink slip
+She make sure she keep her nails did and her wig fixed
+Went to jail and that one held me down, she a real bitch
+Hundred rounds in the double drum, this a Kel-Tec
+Marco been in prison for a while, but he still flex
+
+[Outro]
+I'm like, "Come and put that pussy on me, don't be runnin' from me"
+If I like it, I spend money on it, get whatever from me35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+The Bigger Picture[Intro]
+Protests and growing national outcry continues over the death of George Floyd (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
+Last night, people protesting in Minneapolis escalated
+As demonstrators were lashed by tear gas and rubber bullets
+The main message here, the main message here, the main message here
+Is that they want to see those officers involved
+They want to see those officers arrested
+Officers arrested
+(I can't breathe, I can't breathe)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Trade my 4x4 for a G63, ain't no more free Lil Steve
+I gave 'em chance and chance and chance again, I even done told them please
+I find it crazy the police'll shoot you and know that you dead, but still tell you to freeze
+Fucked up, I seen what I seen
+I guess that mean hold him down if he say he can't breathe
+It's too many mothers that's grieving
+They killing us for no reason
+Been going on for too long to get even
+Throw us in cages like dogs and hyenas
+I went to court and they sent me to prison
+My mama was crushed when they said I can't leave
+First I was drunk, then I sobered up quick
+When I heard all that time that they gave to Taleeb
+He got a life sentence plus
+We just some products of our environment
+How the fuck they gon' blame us?
+You can't fight fire with fire
+I know, but at least we can turn up the flames some
+Every colored person ain't dumb and all whites not racist
+I be judging by the mind and heart, I ain't really into faces
+Fucked up, the way that we livin' is not getting better, you gotta know how to survive
+Crazy, I had to tell all of my loved ones to carry a gun when they going outside
+Stare in the mirror whenever you drive
+Overprotective, go crazy for mine
+You gotta pay attention to the signs
+Seem like the blind following the blind
+Thinking 'bout everything that's going on
+I boost security up at my home
+I'm with my kind if they right or they wrong
+I call him now, he'll pick up the phone
+And it's five in the morning, he waking up on it
+Tell 'em wherever I'm at, then they comin'
+I see blue lights, I get scared and start runnin'
+That shit be crazy, they 'posed to protect us
+Throw us in handcuffs and arrest us
+While they go home at night, that shit messed up
+Knowing we needed help, they neglect us
+Wondering who gon' make them respect us
+I can see in your eye that you fed up
+Fuck around, got my shot, I won't let up
+They know that we a problem together
+They know that we can storm any weather
+[Chorus]
+It's bigger than black and white
+It's a problem with the whole way of life
+It can't change overnight
+But we gotta start somewhere
+Might as well gon' 'head start here
+We done had a hell of a year
+I'ma make it count while I'm here
+God is the only man I fear
+
+[Verse 2]
+Fuck it, I'm goin' on the front line
+He gon' bust your ass if you come past that gun line
+You know when the storm go away, then the sun shine
+You gotta put your head in the game when it's crunch time
+I want all my sons to grow up to be monsters
+I want all my daughters to show out in public
+Seems like we losing our country
+But we gotta stand up for something, so this what it comes to
+Every video I see on my conscience
+I got power, now I gotta say somethin'
+Corrupted police been the problem where I'm from
+But I'd be lying if I said it was all of them
+I ain't do this for the trend, I don't follow them
+Altercations with the law, had a lot of them
+People speaking for the people, I'm proud of them
+Stick together, we can get it up out of them
+I can't lie like I don't rap about killing and dope, but I'm telling my youngins to vote
+I did what I did 'cause I didn't have no choice or no hope, I was forced to just jump in and go
+This bullshit is all that we know, but it's time for a change
+Got time to be serious, no time for no games
+We ain't takin' no more, let us go from them chains
+God bless they souls, every one of them names
+[Chorus]
+It's bigger than black and white
+It's a problem with the whole way of life
+It can't change overnight
+But we gotta start somewhere
+Might as well gon' 'head start here
+We done had a hell of a year
+I'ma make it count while I'm here
+God is the only man I fear
+
+[Verse 3]
+They trainin' officers to kill us, then shootin' protestors with these rubber bullets
+They regular people, I know that they feel it
+These scars too deep to heal us
+What happened to COVID? Nobody remember
+It ain't makin' sense, I'm just here to vent
+It happen to one of your people, it's different
+We get it, the system is wicked, just learn how to pick it
+Knowledge is power, I swear I'm a witness, I know that I'm gifted
+I won't go too deep 'cause I'm scared they'll get me
+Ain't scared to admit it, some shit I can't mention
+It's people who can, well, here's the chance
+I won't take the stand, but I'll take a stand for what I believe
+Must not be breathing the air that I breathe
+You know that the way that I bleed, you can bleed
+I never been a fan of police
+But my neighborhood know I try to keep peace
+So it's only right that I get in the streets
+March for a reason, not just on GP
+Our people died for us to be free
+Fuck do you mean? This was a dream
+Now we got the power that we need to have
+They don't want us with it and that's why they mad, yeah
+[Chorus]
+It's bigger than black and white
+It's a problem with the whole way of life
+It can't change overnight
+But we gotta start somewhere
+Might as well gon' 'head start here
+We done had a hell of a year
+I'ma make it count while I'm here
+God is the only man I fear
+It's bigger than black and white
+It's a problem with the whole way of life
+It can't change overnight
+But we gotta start somewhere
+Might as well gon' 'head start here
+We done had a hell of a year
+I'ma make it count while I'm here
+God is the only man I fear105EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Emotionally Scarred[Verse 1]
+A love letter came through the mail, it said, "I miss you"
+I ripped it up and flushed with the tissue, try to forget you
+I ain't got nothing against you, we human, we all got issues
+But I'm tired of being tired of being tired
+That part of me done died
+I see it, then I don't, act like I'm blind
+I'm confident it won't be one of mine
+I know emotions come with lies, so I tell the truth all the time
+Ain't got no sympathy for no bitch
+I admit that I'm rich and I'm lit
+Jumpin' up on stages, I get two hundred an occasion
+Bro had really fucked the game up, we made niggas shut they trap down
+They see how I made it, I'm the reason they won't rap now
+See me out in traffic, make a hater pull his hat down
+The biggest OG's salute me, a stylist can't even style me
+The robbers probably wanna get me, I'm hoppin' out Lamborghinis
+The youngins turn in my city, they try me, I get it cracking
+Some of this still would happen if I never had started rapping
+My people them still steady trapping and they still be getting active
+I tell 'em to chill, I'm tryna run up these M's
+Paid cash and then he post the crib (Nah)
+I can't show nobody where my mama live, that's how I 'posed to feel
+My niece just asked me were my diamonds real, I said, "Of course"
+I just played the hand that I was dealt, didn't have to force
+All around the world they know it's me, they hear my voice
+And I done it all in a pair of Diors, yeah
+[Chorus]
+Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
+Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries)
+Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
+Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest
+I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry
+You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
+I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault
+But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt
+
+[Verse 2]
+All this revenue coming in, I'll probably never spend
+I just bought my BM a Benz, now that's another Benz
+I just cut off all of my friends and brought my brothers in
+I don't see nobody but me, who I'm gon' lose to?
+I can't move around without tools, these niggas loose screws
+I can see me taking the lead over the new school
+They remember me from selling weed at my old school
+Only hit it once and now it's old news
+Blew up, who the fuck would knew? Paint my Trackhawk Nipsey Blue
+If I get one, you get one too, I really move how bosses move
+I never call myself a G.O.A.T., I leave that up to the people
+Everybody can't go to the top, I had to leave some people
+I'ma be forever scheming, woke up, I thought I was dreaming
+Watched my lil' boy play with toys, I just dropped a tear of joy
+Some shit that I feel for
+I been going crazy with that scoring, call me Baby Harden
+They say I'll be great, I guess I'm waiting for it
+[Chorus]
+Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
+Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries)
+Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
+Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest
+I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry
+You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
+I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault
+But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt
+Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
+Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries)
+Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
+Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest
+I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry
+You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
+I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault
+But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt62EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Woah[Intro]
+New car very noisy
+Come through and it's roarin'
+Yeah, yeah
+You know how I'm coming
+You know how I'm coming
+
+[Verse 1]
+Bend her over, then I murk her
+Call Gunna if you want you a Birkin
+"Oh, Baby, you be lyin' in your verses
+I be hearin', say you buyin' 'em purses"
+I can't even lie, you ain't my type
+You ain't even all that fine in person
+I can guarantee you if you my kind
+She got every bag you can imagine
+Big house, I can really be braggin'
+Hundred thousand in my mouth like, "What's happenin'?"
+Not the big cheap teeth, that's embarrasin'
+He ain't me, you can keep the comparisons
+My bitch probably one of the baddest
+Good girl, turned her into a savage
+Dispatch, got a problem in traffic
+We came through in matching G-Wagens
+Low-key, I've been keeping it classy
+Could be really out here doin' 'em nasty
+Niggas couldn't even see me in last year
+Just started and them niggas in last gear
+I ain't even try to and I passed 'em
+Giving looks, I contribute to fashion
+Drop a song, I be giving them captions
+Stand alone, not your regular rapper
+[Chorus]
+Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt)
+You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend
+See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect
+Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah
+Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah
+Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah
+Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah
+Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah (Yeah)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I put the dope in the back of the car and I tell 'em to go
+She hit when she land, she bring me the bands, she back on the road
+She know how I get when I get in that mode
+Ain't fuckin' with bitches, ain't buying no clothes
+Wanna do shows and make me some songs
+Make sure that other shit come in, get sold
+We fuck with the strippers 'cause we play with poles
+We play with our money and not with our nose
+I used to go to the West to get loads
+I just came back from the West with a trophy
+I'm on some more shit
+She said she miss it and sendin' emojis
+No time to kick it, I'm always in motion
+Can't say I miss you, I don't got emotions
+I'm on that back-when-I slept-on-the-floor shit
+I'm on that me-and-the-bro-kick-a-door shit
+I'm on that back-when-I-stood-at-the-stove shit
+Ain't goin' broke, I'm just back on my old shit
+I'm takin' drugs, I don't know how to cope it
+I know one thing, I'm never gon' be hopeless
+If you tell 'em what was said, you a rodent
+Drive the new Corvette like it's stolen, yeah
+[Chorus]
+Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt)
+You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend
+See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect
+Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah
+Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah
+Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah
+Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah
+Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it
+Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt)
+You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend
+See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect
+Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah
+Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah
+Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah
+Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah
+Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Sum 2 Prove[Verse 1]
+You know Lil Ced, that's my nigga, I made him a millionaire, fuck it, we all rich
+I ain't tryna have babies right now, so we fuck with the rubber, but I got a raw bitch
+Know this money bring envy, you probably wan' be me, but bro, we can't beef 'bout no small shit
+Overseas, got the crowd doin' moshpits
+Can't believe that I'm still in the 'partments
+Businessman, went and got me an office
+Million-dollar deals, I get 'em often
+Me and Dolla was servin' on Sparks Street
+Hot lil' jit, he gon' stay with the chopstick
+I got robbed, that shit made me a monster
+Eviction notice, my sister, my mamas
+Now they houses as big as they want 'em
+I done ran up them motherfuckin' commas, look at lil' Dominique
+Livin' like we in a race, I might come in first or second, but I won't ever be last
+Lately, I been in my bag
+Bro told me don't take my foot off the gas
+If they give you a inch, go'n and take you a mile
+I'ma shoot by myself like a technical foul
+City to city, got girls goin' wild
+Better not reach for my chain when I jump in the crowd
+Lambo' so low, gotta squat
+We finally made it, let's pop us some bottles
+I took the lead and let everyone follow
+They know I'm runnin' it right to the bank
+They want me to ease up, I didn't leave 'em any breathin' room, sorry, I told 'em, "I can't"
+Heard you a rat, so you know what's gon' happen whenever we catch you, I run with them snakes
+Peep all the moves I been makin', by time I get forty, I gotta be one of them greats
+Watch how I move with this paper, I know if I slip up one time they gon' try to come take it
+Real as it get and these niggas be fakin', I don't want they vibes, so they hand I ain't shakin'
+She on that '42 straight with no chaser
+I'm tryna get out of here and go taste her, yeah
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, my diamonds be VV's (VV's)
+They don't wan' see us on TV unless it's the news
+I got somethin' to prove (Somethin' to prove)
+Yeah, I'm young, but got somethin' to lose (Somethin' to lose)
+In the street, I done paid all my dues (Yeah)
+No extortion, ain't talking 'bout literally (Nah)
+I be walkin' on beats, is you hearin' me? (Huh?)
+I just pray that my kids be a bigger me, they can't get rid of me
+My diamonds be VV's (VV's)
+They don't wan' see us on TV unless it's the news
+I got somethin' to prove (Somethin' to prove)
+Yeah, I'm young, but got somethin' to lose (Somethin' to lose)
+In the street, I done paid all my dues (Yeah)
+No extortion, ain't talking 'bout literally (Nah)
+I be walkin' on beats, is you hearin' me? (Huh?)
+I just pray that my kids be a bigger me, they can't get rid of me
+
+[Verse 2]
+Wake up every day, somebody harrassin' me
+I got rich, they need money, they askin' me
+I was sittin' in jail, they ain't look out for me
+Ones who need me them same ones who doubted me
+I been handlin' my own, they can vouch for me
+Head way down with me, know that she proud of me
+Turn the heat up, ain't nobody hot as me
+Everywhere dollars be, that's how I gotta be
+I done gave her the world, now she not leavin'
+Say she love me to death, told her, "Stop breathin'"
+He try do what I do, but we not even
+I want all of the beef, I am not vegan
+Boy, you said it was smoke, nigga, stop speakin'
+'Ventador, drop the top, I can't stop speedin'
+Tryna see if this bitch hit the top speed
+Hit the bitch from the back, have her knock knee
+Call me Baby Hov, I control the rock
+If the rap slow, I control the block
+Yeah, I'm really it, and you niggas not
+Got a couple coupes, I can drop the top
+I done made it, nigga, all these digits comin' in
+I'm savin' for the bigger picture, know one day I'll need 'em
+Might as well get used to me
+My biggest fear is endin' up a used-to-be, yeah
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, my diamonds be VV's (VV's)
+They don't wan' see us on TV unless it's the news
+I got somethin' to prove (Somethin' to prove)
+Yeah, I'm young, but got somethin' to lose (Somethin' to lose)
+In the street, I done paid all my dues (Yeah)
+No extortion, ain't talking 'bout literally (Nah)
+I be walkin' on beats, is you hearin' me? (Huh?)
+I just pray that my kids be a bigger me, they can't get rid of me
+My diamonds be VV's (VV's)
+They don't wan' see us on TV unless it's the news
+I got somethin' to prove (Somethin' to prove)
+Yeah, I'm young, but got somethin' to lose (Somethin' to lose)
+In the street, I done paid all my dues (Yeah)
+No extortion, ain't talking 'bout literally (Nah)
+I be walkin' on beats, is you hearin' me? (Huh?)
+I just pray that my kids be a bigger me, they can't get rid of me42EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Life Goes On[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Trackhawk Jeep goes too fast (Too fast)
+I don't even wear no seatbelt (Seatbelt)
+Bad lil' bitch got no breasts (No breasts)
+Upgrade, now she got D-cups (D-cups)
+Hop out the Range, I'm glowin' (Glowin')
+Who is Lil Baby? He goin' in (Goin' in)
+Man, these old rappers gettin' borin' (Borin')
+They be takin' shots, I ignored 'em (Ignored 'em)
+Send that pack to the hood while I'm tourin' (Tourin')
+Makin' plays out of town like I'm Jordan (Jordan)
+Need to go get your ho 'cause she whorin' (Whorin')
+If her ball come my way, I'ma score it (Score it)
+Lamborghini, I don't want no Porsches (Porsches)
+I'm on fire, don't touch me, I'm scorchin' (Scorchin')
+Had to fix all my teeth, I went porcelain (Porcelain)
+Put the town on my back, I'm a horseman (Horseman)
+One more year, I'ma make it to Forbes' List (Forbes' List)
+They love me in the Bay like E-40 (40)
+I be sittin' exotic on Moreland (Moreland)
+Ain't no strings attached, keepin' it cordless (Cordless)
+She keep callin', but I keep ignorin' it (Ignorin' it)
+Ain't no stoppin', I'm keepin' it, floorin' it (Nawl)
+Man, these niggas can't stop me, I'm goin' in (Nawl)
+Man, these niggas can't stop me, I'm goin' in (Nawl)
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Every time the pack get gone, I get another load ('Nother load)
+My main bitch tryna leave me 'lone 'cause I fucked another ho ('Nother ho)
+I'm like, "Baby, I know I'm wrong, but this just how life goes" (How life goes)
+"And I know these niggas'd be happy if I let you go" (Oh, no, no)
+Got me walkin' on a thin line on my tippy toes (Tippy toes)
+Man, this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go
+Every time the pack get gone, I get another load ('Nother load)
+My main bitch tryna leave me 'lone 'cause I fucked another ho ('Nother ho)
+I'm like, "Baby, I know I'm wrong, but this just how life goes" (How life goes)
+"And I know these niggas'd be happy if I let you go" (Let you go)
+Got me walkin' on a thin line on my tippy toes (Tippy toes)
+Man, this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go
+
+[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
+Tryna spend a whole M on some clothes (Clothes)
+Got a bonus, I sold out a show (Show)
+Gunna hot like a pot on the stove
+Yellow AP on all of my hoes (Hoes)
+I like when that white on her toes (Toes)
+Picture me ridin' around in that Rolls (Royce)
+I put some ice on my wrist, it was swole (Swole)
+I ain't got time to lay up with you hoes (Hoes)
+
+[Verse 2: Gunna]
+All of these drugs in my body
+I gotta pay somebody keep checkin' my pulse
+Walk in the club with no warning take care of that money
+They swing on the pole (Pole)
+Water on me like Dasani ('Sani)
+I shine when it's sunny, this platinum and rose (Rose)
+Gunna Gunna out the streets
+When I go to DC, I'ma fuck with the mo (mo)
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Every time the pack get gone, I get another load ('Nother load)
+My main bitch tryna leave me 'lone 'cause I fucked another ho ('Nother ho)
+I'm like, "Baby, I know I'm wrong, but this just how life goes" (How life goes)
+"And I know these niggas'd be happy if I let you go" (Oh, no, no)
+Got me walkin' on a thin line on my tippy toes (Tippy toes)
+Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go
+Every time the pack get gone, I get another load ('Nother load)
+My main bitch tryna leave me 'lone 'cause I fucked another ho ('Nother ho)
+I'm like, "Baby, I know I'm wrong, but this just how life goes" (How life goes)
+"And I know these niggas'd be happy if I let you go" (Let you go)
+Got me walkin' on a thin line on my tippy toes (Tippy toes)
+Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
+Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes (Hoes)
+I can switch my girls up the same way that I change my clothes (Okay)
+Man it's crazy, all blue backend in the envelope (Let's get it)
+And you know I'm never lackin', got a new whip that's up in traffic
+Water, water, water on my Patek (Woah), it's automatic
+I drink water when I'm fastin' (Water), you's a has-been
+They would love me in a casket, I can't have it
+Boy, I'm far from average (Yeah), better wait your turn, better get in line
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Every time the pack get gone, I get another load ('Nother load)
+My main bitch tryna leave me 'lone 'cause I fucked another ho ('Nother ho)
+I'm like, "Baby, I know I'm wrong, but this just how life goes" (How life goes)
+"And I know these niggas'd be happy if I let you go" (Oh, no, no)
+Got me walkin' on a thin line, on my tippy toes (Tippy toes)
+Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go
+Every time the pack get gone, I get another load ('Nother load)
+My main bitch tryna leave me 'lone 'cause I fucked another ho ('Nother ho)
+[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
+Tryna spend a whole M on some clothes (Clothes)
+Got a bonus, I sold out a show (Show)
+Gunna hot like a pot on the stove
+Yellow AP on all of my hoes (Hoes)
+I like when that white on her toes (Toes)
+Picture me ridin' around in that Rolls (Rolls)
+I put some ice on my wrist, it was swole (Swole)
+I ain't got time to lay up with you hoes (Hoes)32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Dawg[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+Baby
+4 Pockets
+Yeah, that's my dawg, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, that's my dawg for sure (My dawg)
+Yeah, that's my dawg (My dawg)
+Yeah, that's my dawg for sure (My dawg)
+Yeah, that's my dawg (My dawg)
+Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg)
+We gave 'em two in a row (We gave 'em two in a row)
+Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg)
+We gave 'em two in a row (We gave 'em two in a row)
+Deja keep on callin' (Callin')
+She say she ready to pull up (Pull up)
+As soon as I get there, walk in
+I'ma put her in a full nelson (Yeah)
+I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast
+I'm comin' home to get you (I'm comin' home to get you)
+I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast
+I'm comin' home to get you (I'm on my way)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Hundred thousand dollars on my neck
+'Nother fifty thousand on my wrist
+Every nigga with me real rich
+Niggas havin' pressure 'bout a bitch
+I got all my cases dismissed
+I don't go back and forth on the internet
+Real niggas don't get into that
+I'm tryna get in her mouth, for real
+I'm tryna get in her mouth (Yeah)
+Me and my dawgs, me and my dawgs
+We tryna run in your house (Yeah, yeah)
+We want them bricks, we want the money (Give me that)
+You can keep all of the pounds (Give me that)
+I can't be fuckin' these lil bitty bitches
+'Cause they be runnin' they mouth (Yeah)
+I'm really runnin' this town
+Frank Mueller watch for my wrist
+'Nother thirty thousand in my fit
+Codeine all in my piss (Ooh)
+I don't take drugs no more
+Baby mama trippin' 'bout a bitch
+I'm just tryna take care my kid
+I been in the trenches gettin' rich
+I don't know another way to go
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, that's my dawg for sure (My dawg)
+Yeah, that's my dawg (My dawg)
+Yeah, that's my dawg for sure (My dawg)
+Yeah, that's my dawg (My dawg)
+Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg)
+We gave 'em two in a row (We gave 'em two in a row)
+Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg)
+We gave 'em two in a row (We gave 'em two in a row)
+Deja keep on callin' (Callin')
+She say she ready to pull up (Pull up)
+As soon as I get there, walk in
+I'ma put her in a full nelson (Yeah)
+I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast
+I'm comin' home to get you (I'm comin' home to get you)
+I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast
+I'm comin' home to get you (I'm on my way)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Bust down Rollies for the clique
+Got these bitches dancing on the dick
+They gon' wait in line for this drip
+I'ma give her mine, then dip
+I'ma try to kill her for the real
+Thirty thousand dollars in my ear
+I ain't gotta sign no deal
+Made a half a mil' last year
+I just came home from the can
+20 days, whole hundred bands
+Got a nigga feelin' like the man
+All these bitches knowin' who I am
+Hit the ground runnin', I ain't playin'
+Put a hundred bricks in the van
+Give a thousand pounds to my man
+Blow the money fast as I can
+Signed to the streets, no advance
+Bitches tryna rip me out my pants
+'Cause they heard a youngin' gettin' bands
+They don't know that I ain't goin' for nothin'
+Only gave the bitch a couple hundred
+Big dawg, nigga, you a runner
+Run off on the plug, change my number
+Drop top coupes for the summer
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, that's my dawg for sure (My dawg)
+Yeah, that's my dawg (My dawg)
+Yeah, that's my dawg for sure (My dawg)
+Yeah, that's my dawg (My dawg)
+Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg)
+We gave 'em two in a row (We gave 'em two in a row)
+Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg)
+We gave 'em two in a row (We gave 'em two in a row)
+Deja keep on callin' (Callin')
+She say she ready to pull up (Pull up)
+As soon as I get there, walk in
+I'ma put her in a full nelson (Yeah)
+I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast
+I'm comin' home to get you (I'm comin' home to get you)
+I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast
+I'm comin' home to get you (I'm on my way)
+
+[Outro]
+Dawgs
+Just me and my dawgs
+We gon' take 'em down two in a row
+We gon' take 'em down two in a row
+We gon' take 'em down two in a row
+Just me and my dawgs
+I'ma put her in a full nelson
+As soon as I get there, I'ma put her in a full nelson30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Leaked[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah
+We ain't talked in like a week straight
+I been all on the interstate
+I been tryna go and get this cake
+Yeah, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
+She gon' get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all them niggas
+Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
+We gon' keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas
+
+[Verse 1]
+They thinkin' I lost it, remind them niggas
+I can get flyer than niggas
+Hundred thousand in a Gucci bookbag, they thinkin' I signed a nigga
+I leveled my life up, this Rollie I got on don't tick tock
+Still on that bullshit, if you pull up on me, let the stick talk
+I'm in L.A. with the vibes, they in the cut getting high
+She tryna get in my ride, she tryna turn up tonight, yeah
+I was running up cash, yeah, I had ran up a bag
+And they started gettin' mad, yeah
+But I didn't get mad, I just kept getting cash, yeah
+Now I'm in my bag, yeah, now I'm in my bag, yeah
+She wanna get with me, she know that I'm sticky, but I'm in my bag now
+She wasn't fucking with me, she didn't come around, she wishing she had now
+And I'm in my bag now
+I'm in the bag, the Goyard to be exact
+Three hundred racks inside it, and that ain't no cap
+I could've bought a Wraith today, yeah yeah
+I ran it up, they supposed to hate
+I'm digging this lifestyle
+Water drippin' on me like I'm a faucet
+The crew with me right now
+You can play, just proceed with caution
+I popped the wrong pill, now I'm nauseous
+I need to get off this drank, it's a problem
+I took a Tesla and landed on Mars​
+Lord please wake me up tomorrow
+[Chorus]
+She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
+She gon' get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
+Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
+We gon' keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas
+She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
+She gon' get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
+Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
+We gon' keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas
+
+[Verse 2]
+They know they can't beat me, so they tryna leave me
+And she tryna leave me, but I ain't gon' let her
+Diamonds on Fiji, I'm running with QC
+And Reebok endorse me, went up a new level
+I'm loving this lifestyle and niggas wanna be me
+I know they won't catch up, but I ain't gon' let 'em
+As soon as the money get up to a million, put it in the ground and then go buy a new shovel
+How you gon' be in yo feelings when I'm in my feelings?
+We both can't be in our feelings
+I ain't gon' lie when you thinkin' I did it, I did it
+It's something 'bout your intuition
+Ain't telling you no lies, I'm tired of seeing you cry
+Come here girl, let me wipe your eye
+Everything gon' be alright, yeah
+[Chorus]
+She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
+She gon' get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
+Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
+We gon' keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas
+She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
+She gon' get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
+Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
+We gon' keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Pure Cocaine[Chorus]
+When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
+Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
+Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit
+This pure cocaine, yeah
+From the streets, but I got a little sense
+But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)
+Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
+And I do my thing (Do my thing)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks
+Don't stand too close, diamonds kickbox
+Think red means go so I don't stop
+I know they wish they could catch me, but keep wishin'
+You think I done turned into a fiend for these bitches
+Tryna stuff as much as I can in these britches
+Made your bitch fuck on my friend, it's no difference
+I ain't never popped no Xan, I sip sizzurp
+If I ever have to tell on the gang, I won't do it
+If I put it on a song, I seen it or been through it
+I can't put it in my song, I know how the feds move
+Scream free all of the ahks but I ain't no FamGoon
+Gave my mama ten bands, sent her to Cancún
+Got the crowd goin' dumb but I ain't no damn fool
+If I went in there and did it and made it, you can too
+We done came a long way from broke and sharing shoes
+[Chorus]
+When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
+Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
+Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit
+This pure cocaine, yeah
+From the streets, but I got a little sense
+But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)
+Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
+And I do my thing (Do my thing)
+When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
+Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
+Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit
+This pure cocaine, yeah
+From the streets, but I got a little sense
+But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)
+Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
+And I do my thing (Do my thing)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag
+New Era, I'm a dope boy, no cap
+I'm living my best life for real
+Just left the dealership, no tag
+If we opposite, it won't work, it won't last
+Get an opposite knocked off, toe tag
+Ain't been home in a month, got my ho mad
+They need me in the trap but I can't go back
+I jumped off the porch with a hundred dollar slab
+I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think
+Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, caught it
+Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it
+Big dawg status, I ain't gotta sell drugs
+Put my craft into rap then I took off, yeah
+New G-Wagen, no key, this a push-start
+I can hit the gas, make it disappear
+[Chorus]
+When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
+Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
+Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit
+This pure cocaine, yeah
+From the streets, but I got a little sense
+But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)
+Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
+And I do my thing (Do my thing)
+When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
+Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
+Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit
+This pure cocaine, yeah
+From the streets, but I got a little sense
+But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)
+Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
+And I do my thing (Do my thing)24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Commercial[Intro: Drake & Lil Juice]
+(Tay Keith, this too hard)
+(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I paid some extra before we even come out
+And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin'
+I hit the bitch and I gave her some racks
+And I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin'
+Go on a store run and get rubber bands
+I done got rich, I done put on my mans
+Choppers in traffic, that's just how I'm livin'
+They say that I'm trippin', they wouldn't understand
+She take a trip, she come back with a tan
+I take a trip, I come back with them bands
+When I was dealin', it really was killin' 'em
+Had 'em competin', tryna see what I'm payin'
+She throw a hoodie on soon as we land
+She don't like pics, I got too many fans
+I'm runnin' shit, I can do what I want
+And it's really a limit, you do what you can
+I found the booth and I put that shit up
+'Fore I run out of cash, they gonna run out of land
+I fell in love with this bitch 'cause her head was amazing
+I swear I don't even know her name
+I'm 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance
+They gave me ten M&M's on advance
+Thought I'd be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me
+I guess it was part of the plan
+How he on fire, but he cool as a fan?
+Can't get at you, we gon' get at your man
+They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' it
+Put in they face, let 'em see what I'm sayin'
+I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band
+Free all the bros, know I would if I can
+If I don't mean it, I swear I ain't sayin' it
+'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smashin'
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up
+Dior store can't keep up with me
+I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me
+I'm never comin' back, them people under me
+Not the fans, yeah, the haters
+Lotta bands on the table
+They say I went commercial, I ain't know it
+They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back
+Play myself and my position, who doin' that?
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
+We got FN with extensions, we throwin' that
+Her ass got my full attention, she throwin' that
+Niggas talkin' way too much, I ain't goin' back
+And forth with niggas 'cause these niggas be holdin' racks
+On the real, yeah, we know you don't own them racks
+Four pockets full, push 'em down, they start pokin' back
+I turned eight million right until I'm a quarterback
+Spent a million like I'm tryna bring Kobe back (24, woo)
+I'm ready, I'm ready, I use the crockpot like it's Betty
+They say the drop hot and it's ready
+Might stretch it out, but it ain't fetti (Yes)
+Say my dawg doin' time
+But I know he ain't gonna snitch 'cause it's still some shit he didn't tell me
+My dawg stabbed his celly
+He told me the whole story over the celly (Brr, hello?)
+Went up on my price, in my pocket like Kelly
+Fucked her in the telly, no I can't not say who, no telly
+My head gettin' heavy
+And you know I still got Balmains on my ass (Woo)
+No, I can't do no Amiris
+Said I'm takin' trips, long flights, they scary
+She said her birthday in March, okay, cool, so that means you an Aries
+I told her, "Gotta go," she said, "You serious?"
+Diamonds cold as December, my vibe Sagittarius
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up (Haha, period, period, slatt, woo)
+Dior store can't keep up with me
+I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me
+I'm never comin' back, them people under me
+Not the fans, yeah, the haters
+Lotta bands on the table
+They say I went commercial, I ain't know it
+They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back
+Play myself and my position, who doin' that?
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
+I can switch up and come back another way
+If the vibe ain't right, come back another day
+Biggest dripper, I start up a tidal wave
+Remix weed, we put it in a microwave
+Batch for twenty-three like I know Michael J
+He can say what he want, but he gotta pay
+Used to hide all the guns where my mama stay
+Sell my drugs 'round the corner
+I pay all these bills, I'm a grownup
+My cars a lil' different, I own 'em
+I ain't with no leasin', my bitch tellin' me I need credit
+It's loud and clear if I said it
+I come from the gutter, I spent me a hundred on Chevys
+You can take me out the hood, but you can't take the hood out of me
+Know the hood proud of me
+I Givenchyed my tee, went and upgrade my teeth
+Yeah, I dropped out of school, but that paper on me
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up
+Dior store can't keep up with me
+I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me
+I'm never comin' back, them people under me
+Not the fans, yeah, the haters
+Lotta bands on the table
+They say I went commercial, I ain't know it
+They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back
+Play myself and my position, who doin' that?23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+To the Top[Intro]
+Yeah
+Free G-Five, on a G5
+Yeah yeah yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Toast to 'em all
+She said she love me but I know the truth, she been fuckin' my dawg (my dawg and all)
+Lately I been feelin' crazy so I ain't been answerin' calls
+I just been gettin' the money and savin' it
+Keepin' my back on the wall
+I'm never gon' fall
+Straight to the money no stop
+I'ma go straight to the stars
+Free all of my niggas sittin' in the cell blocks
+I'ma give it all I got
+I'ma go straight to the stars
+Condo at the top floor
+We was so high, you can ask God
+You can ask God
+
+[Verse 1]
+I know they hate it, I see they faces, they mad I made it
+I'm on they ass, I'm gettin' this bag, I ran it up fast
+Stand up in they chest no apology
+Mama sent a text that she proud of me
+Youngins in the hood watchin' out for me
+Money all colors like Monopoly
+Park the Jeep, hop in the Vet
+Stay on they ass, stay on they neck
+Keep me a check
+Viper came yellow, I painted it red
+And I paid cash, you heard what I said
+Goin' crazy, I been feelin' the rage
+Last year I was sittin' in the cage
+This year I'm goin' all the way
+Taking drugs, tryna ease the pain
+I see 'em watchin'
+They on my drip, they tryna follow the wave
+They on my page
+They know that I'm paid, ain't been in town in days
+Most of these niggas they old news
+All these bitches been ran through
+I'ma save all the fifties and keep the hundreds
+Then spend all the dubs on getting money
+Straight from the 'jects to a jet
+We been gettin' real fly
+Free G-Five, on a G5
+Balmain denim, no Levis
+Strapped to a T, who want war with us
+Dually sit up like an armored truck
+I brought it out, it's a one of one
+Nigga screaming gang, they ain't one of us
+[Chorus]
+Toast to 'em all
+She said she love me but I know the truth, she been fuckin' my dawg (my dawg and all)
+Lately I been feelin' crazy so I ain't been answerin' calls
+I just been gettin' the money and savin' it
+Keepin' my back on the wall
+I'm never gon' fall
+Straight to the money no stop
+I'ma go straight to the top
+Free all of my niggas sittin' in the cell blocks
+I'ma give it all I got
+I'ma go straight to the stars
+Condo at the top floor
+We was so high, you can ask God
+You can ask God
+
+[Verse 2]
+Draped down in Gucci, she rock Givenchy, she matchin' my fly
+I know it's wrong, but fuck if it's wrong, I don't wanna be right
+Let's take a trip, if we leave now, we can land tonight
+We gon' take a trip to Dubai, guarantee you won't see nobody
+Nobody safe where I come from
+Young niggas goin' straight dumb
+Fifty hollow tips in each drum
+Throwing fours up with lil one
+Hoppin' out trucks, we suited up, we ready for war, yeah
+Yeah that's my boy, that's really my dawg
+We went from boys to men
+[Outro]
+Straight to the money no stop
+I'ma give it all I got
+I'ma give it all I got
+I'ma give it all I got
+Straight to the money no stop
+I'ma go straight to the top
+I'ma go straight to the top
+I'ma go straight to the top8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+All of a Sudden[Intro: Moneybagg Yo]
+Ugh ugh ugh
+Fed shit
+Ayy, gangster shit only nigga
+Lil Baby, what's poppin'?
+DMac got me too bangin'
+All four of my pockets full now
+
+[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Lil Baby]
+I can't be totin' no handguns (Glock)
+Unless that bitch come with a thirty (With a thirty)
+I can't be fuckin' these dog hoes
+Unless that bitch come with a buddy (With a friend)
+I can't be drivin' no regular cars (Skrt)
+That bitch gotta come with a button (A button)
+I was broke like a while back
+Now I'm up all of a sudden
+I can't be rappin' for free, they gotta send me the budget (Send me that)
+I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber (Slip in that)
+I can't be rockin' no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded
+I can't be drinkin' on regular soda, all of my cups be muddy
+I just came home with nothin' (Woo)
+Now I'm up all of a sudden (Hey)
+Now I'm up all of a sudden (Hey)
+Now I'm up all of a sudden (Hey, hey)
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Moneybagg, Moneybagg (Fuck with it)
+I'm in the booth with a money bag
+Here go the bricks, where the money at?
+Give me a load, I ain't comin' back
+I make 'em shoot where your stomach at
+We gon' pull up where your mama at
+Runnin' through hoes like a running back
+We can fuck but you can't call this number back
+If you knew better, baby you'd do better
+I got plenty hoes, call me Hugh Hefner
+I'm with Moneybagg, we went four federal
+Four Pockets, Bread Gang, who better?
+
+[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Lil Baby]
+I can't be totin' no handguns
+Unless that bitch come with a thirty
+I can't be fuckin' these dog hoes
+Unless that bitch come with a buddy
+I can't be drivin' no regular cars
+That bitch gotta come with a button
+I was broke like a while back
+Now I'm up all of a sudden
+I can't be rappin' for free, they gotta send me the budget
+I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber
+I can't be rockin' no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded
+I can't be drinkin' on regular soda, all of my cups be muddy
+[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
+If I said fuck you I meant that
+I'm whippin' this coupe, I ain't rent that
+The shit that you savin', I spent that
+And if you want smoke you can get that
+I just want proof of the backend
+Any time I fuck her I hit from the back end
+I'm pullin' her hair while I dig in her
+She like hold up baby, keep my tracts in
+I can't hit that bitch raw, got a glove on me
+I'm in the trap with the drugs on me
+I just went bonkers all up, Exclusive Game
+Fly as fuck like a dove on me
+Diamonds wet like a tub on me
+Hurricane Harvey, flood on me
+Left the spot with a dub on me
+Walk in the spot, bitches tug on me
+
+[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Lil Baby]
+I can't be totin' no handguns
+Unless that bitch come with a thirty
+I can't be fuckin' these dog hoes
+Unless that bitch come with a buddy
+I can't be drivin' no regular cars
+That bitch gotta come with a button
+I was broke like a while back
+Now I'm up all of a sudden
+I can't be rappin' for free, they gotta send me the budget
+I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber
+I can't be rockin' no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded
+I can't be drinkin' on regular soda, all of my cups be muddy
+I just came home with nothin'
+Now I'm up all of a sudden
+Hey, now I'm up all of the sudden, hey
+Now I'm up all of the sudden
+I just came home with nothin'
+Now I'm up all of a sudden
+Hey, now I'm up all of a sudden, hey
+Now I'm up all of a sudden5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Time[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Youngin from the project fucked around and got it poppin
+I'm like fuck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck
+G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B’s up
+And me, I got Chanel swag, you know I be C'd up
+I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock
+Kept it real, that's why I don't flock
+Look at me, I'm on the chart
+I don't look down but I'm on top
+I don't entertain any clout
+Play with me, you gon' get shot for real
+Now they can't resist us, hear 'em tryna diss us
+Really need to miss us, prolly with your bitch, bruh
+I bought her purse off a piece of my endorsement
+Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste
+Now I'm on this cash race, I can't come in last place
+I done finally went legit, accountants, I'm a taxpayer
+So you know that mean I'm goin' hard 'til my last day
+Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I got six watches, I'm ahead of time
+I’m goin' all out if it's 'bout mine
+I’m gettin' my shine on, I been on my grind
+Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind
+Buy her a Birkin Bag, keep her up to par
+Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
+Had to play my role, now I'm takin' charge
+Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge
+[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
+Bendin' through in that Phantom with them sticks, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
+All these blues, niggas asking am I Crip yet? (Cuzzo)
+Make a move we X you out, ain't goin' tic tac (Brrt)
+Put a tag on your toe for all that chit chat (Yeah, yeah)
+The richest nigga in my city, that's a big fact (Big fact)
+And we don't do them lil' planes, we on the big jet (Big jet)
+My dawg still movin' that 'caine, and he ain't quit yet (He ain't quit yet)
+I had to tell him when he came, "Don't bring no bricks back"
+Feel like I'm the chosen one (Woah)
+Rolls truck, I ordered one (Woah)
+I ain't mean to buy that bitch a watch, but I bought her one (Ah)
+Richard Millie cost a quarter milli', I got more than one (Yeah)
+FN on me lighter than a bitch, feel like a water gun (Gang)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I got six watches, I'm ahead of time
+I’m goin' all out if it's 'bout mine
+I’m gettin' my shine on, I been on my grind
+Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind
+Buy her a Birkin Bag, keep her up to par
+Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
+Had to play my role, now I'm takin' charge
+Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
+Livin' like a pornstar
+Rollie, 7 pointers
+Opps finna join us but we ain't switching sides
+Neck look like a freezer, ain't savin' no skeezer
+They gave me a reason, now they gotta die
+I don't want no smoke with you if you don't want no smoke with me
+But dawg if you want smoke with me, we switchin' shifts, sleep and creep
+I did what they couldn't do, guess that's why they mad at me
+But what's up with yo vibe, dawg, why she keep on addin' me?
+This my strategy
+Keep on stackin' Gs, make 'em proud of me
+I went Prada Tees, I went Prada jeans
+I want Prada fleece, I'm from poverty
+Real talk
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I got six watches, I'm ahead of time
+I’m goin' all out if it's 'bout mine
+I’m gettin' my shine on, I been on my grind
+Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind
+Buy her a Birkin Bag, keep her up to par
+Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
+Had to play my role, now I'm takin' charge
+Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ready[Intro]
+Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
+
+[Chorus: Gunna]
+In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
+Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')
+Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
+Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah)
+Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
+Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
+I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
+And they know from the start who was ready
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I can't fuck with none of y'all niggas, y'all disgust me
+When you with your maggot ass friends, don't discuss me
+FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
+I hear 'em sayin' such and such, a nigga ain't gon' touch me
+Big body Benz, 'member I used to be dusty
+Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
+I was sellin' weed when they came out with White T
+Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
+Whole hood poppin', other niggas, they don't like me
+Made her eat it up, she told her friend, "He gon' wife me"
+All my niggas thoroughbred, I don't fuck with crossbreeds
+Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street
+[Chorus: Gunna]
+In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
+Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')
+Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
+Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah)
+Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
+Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
+I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
+And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)
+
+[Verse 2: Gunna]
+Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y's (Margiel-y)
+Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y's (Baguette-y)
+Ain't gon' bash you bitches, I ain't petty (Nah)
+Just know we fuckin', we ain't goin' steady (Goin' steady)
+I don't wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
+I ain't have no kid but I'm her daddy (I'm her daddy)
+Better shake her ass like it's Magic (Like it's Magic)
+Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
+Carats everywhere, I'm a rabbit (I'm a rabbit)
+I ain't Shawty Lo, but what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)
+We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
+I'm on fuckin go, I can't panic (I can't panic)
+
+[Chorus: Gunna]
+In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
+Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')
+Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
+Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah)
+Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
+Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
+I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
+And they know from the start who was ready
+[Outro: Lil Baby]
+Money conversations, check my feng shui
+I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel a month straight
+Supermodel, her body gon' be my entree
+I been runnin' with hitters, my youngins gun slang
+Cars up to date, brand new Wraith
+My life circle, mines ain't straight
+Bills ain't late, paid no notes
+I ain't no joke, they want smoke
+We exotic, start a riot, we gon' ride
+.223's, drakes outside
+We don't get tired, we gon' die18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Never Needed No Help[Intro]
+Earl on the beat
+Yeah, know what I'm sayin'
+Know what I'm sayin'? When you create the wave and the vibe
+You know what I'm sayin'? You is the vibe and the wave
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+Never let these niggas catch up once you caught up
+Know what I'm sayin'?
+Yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah
+Uh-huh, uh-huh
+
+[Chorus]
+I can do bad on my own and good by myself
+I never needed no help
+I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there
+You need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here
+My vision was blurry and now I see clear
+You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
+Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell
+I run Atlanta, I should be the mayor
+I can do bad on my own and good by myself
+I never needed no help
+I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there
+You need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here
+My vision was blurry and now I see clear
+You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
+Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell
+I run Atlanta, I should be the mayor
+[Verse 1]
+Draped in designer I’m sticky as hell
+Whenever we argue I buy her Chanel
+Whenever I ain't rappin' I'm sellin' this bail
+My nigga got caught, I just hope he don’t tell
+If you can sit quiet then I’ll pay your bail
+They not gon' snitch if they send me to hell
+I put in overtime to get these M’s
+Been with the same gang since I was lil'
+
+[Bridge]
+Run it up, run it up, run it up, lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)
+Run it up, run it up, run it up, lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)
+Run it up, run it up, run it up, lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)
+Lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)
+
+[Chorus]
+I can do bad on my own and good by myself
+I never needed no help
+I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there
+You need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here
+My vision was blurry and now I see clear
+You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
+Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell
+I run Atlanta, I should be the mayor
+I can do bad on my own and good by myself
+I never needed no help
+I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there
+You need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here
+My vision was blurry and now I see clear
+You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
+Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell
+I run Atlanta, I should be the mayor
+[Verse 2]
+You won’t believe what I made in a year
+I’m flippin' these bags, I made me a mill
+Then I start rappin' and got me a deal
+I took off fast, this shit get for real
+She want to talk but she don’t want to hear
+All she want me to do is keep it real
+She keep on cryin' I'm tired of her tears
+I keep on lyin' it just what it is
+I'm on my grind, so fuck how you feel
+I got some homies who sittin' in the pen
+Yeah, yeah
+They gon' be sittin' in that bitch for some years
+We were some teens, they labeled us grown
+Had some judges who doin' us wrong
+I know your pain just hold on
+Just sing this song
+
+[Chorus]
+I can do bad on my own and good by myself
+I never needed no help
+I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there
+You need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here
+My vision was blurry and now I see clear
+You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
+Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell
+I run Atlanta, I should be the mayor
+I can do bad on my own and good by myself
+I never needed no help
+I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there
+You need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here
+My vision was blurry and now I see clear
+You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
+Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell
+I run Atlanta, I should be the mayor19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Southside[Intro]
+Southside on the track, yeah
+Southside
+Southside
+Yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
+(Southside)
+Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
+(Southside)
+Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside
+(Southside)
+I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside (yeah)
+Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real
+I put the "d" in dope for real
+Saint Laurent on my coat for real
+That Draco, that Draco (Draco)
+I'm with Derez in Clayco (Clayco)
+Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
+We had them bands in the neighborhood (neighborhood)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Temp fade, new J's (new J's)
+All day, catch plays (plays)
+White tee, dope boy (work)
+Move that dope, boy (dope boy)
+Trappin' out a bando (bando)
+Servin' out a window (window)
+Tryna run our mills up (M's up)
+That's what we pay the rent for (M's)
+Fuck it up in the Gucci store, them M's in (M's in)
+Bad bitch lookin' like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim (Slim Jim)
+I just want push start on my car
+Shoutout the hood, they know I'm a god
+They know what we  bang wherever we are
+I just took these cuts on stage
+Look at these VVS' in my chain
+I'm doing better, I can't even complain (nah)
+Bought it plain, then I blew out the brain (brain)
+Birkin bag, make the bitch go insane ('sane)
+With the gang, I ain't switchin' the name (name)
+Paper tag, got me switchin' these lanes (lane)
+Do anything to get me some chains
+These niggas be fuckin' for fame (fame)
+[Chorus]
+I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
+(Southside)
+Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
+(Southside)
+Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside
+(Southside)
+I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside (yeah)
+Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real
+I put the "d" in dope for real
+Saint Laurent on my coat for real
+That Draco, that Draco
+I'm with Derez in Clayco
+Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
+We had them bands in the neighborhood
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm doing shit that they wishing they could (yeah)
+I'm the frontrunner, burning right through the hood (yeah)
+They hated on me, but it's still all good (yah)
+Draco on me, and it's still all wood (yah)
+I'm on probation, they let off a fool
+They on my drip, tryna see what I do
+They takin' notes, tryna study my moves
+They tryna do what I do (what you doin'?)
+All-Star weekend, I was gettin' the pack in
+Heard you got your shit took, nigga you lackin'
+Big body Benz "beep, beep" when it back in
+Real street niggas buyin' bags with the backends
+These niggas ain't authentic, they actin'
+And I ain't get to the money, they cappin'
+What happened? (huh?)
+I thought you was a real one? (nah, nah)
+Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones (clear)
+These diamonds dancin' too loud in my ear, so I don't hear them (hear them)
+My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
+We don't fear them (nah)
+These niggas don't wanna play with us
+I swear that we gon' kill them (fa)
+[Chrous]
+I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
+Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
+Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside
+I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
+Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real
+I put the "d" in dope for real
+Saint Laurent on my coat for real
+That Draco, that Draco
+I'm with Derez in Clayco
+Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
+We had them bands in the neighborhood
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, on Southside
+We on Southside7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Cash[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+4 Pockets Full, nigga
+
+[Chorus]
+Is you mad?
+'Cause I'm getting cash
+That ain't my place
+Bought a new Wraith
+She in my face
+I want her head
+I want her legs
+I want a redhead
+I want her head
+I want her neck
+I want her legs
+You don't even beg
+We can fuck on the floor
+We can fuck in the shower
+Leave your friends at the door
+Tell 'em give you a hour
+
+[Verse 1]
+And they know I'ma GOAT
+I got paper and power
+Man, these niggas some hoes
+Everything they say sour
+I bought a Bentley and blew out her brain
+Since I got money and people done changed
+I'm keepin' my .40, I'm up on my aim
+Jump out of line, I bust at your brain
+Shoebox money, it ain't nothin' to me
+I could make a hunnid in my sleep
+These niggas cappin', that's all they see
+They just wanna be like me
+Takin' this swag and then give it back
+I didn't get mad, I went and got more
+They just wanna be like him
+I don't wanna be like them
+Used to wanna be like him
+'Til I stayed down and ran up an M
+Baby ballin', they should put it on film
+Shootin' for bricks, I don't aim for the rim
+Fuck the gym, I don't work out
+Take a sip of the lean, wash the Perc down
+I got on all my jewels, foreign, and all my shoes
+These niggas mad 'cause I won't lose
+I gotta win, I just began
+No fake love, no fake friends
+Just 30 in this FN
+[Chorus]
+Is you mad?
+'Cause I'm getting cash
+That ain't my place
+Bought a new Wraith
+She in my face
+I want her head
+I want her legs
+I want a redhead
+I want her head
+I want her neck
+I want her legs
+You don't even beg
+We can fuck on the floor
+We can fuck in the shower
+Hey, your friends at the door
+Tell 'em give you an hour
+
+[Verse 2]
+I go deep in her throat
+Keep that shit on the low
+Don't nobody else know
+That's our business fasho
+We can fuck on the counter
+I keep takin' these downers
+Pop me a Addi, a Percocet, pour me a four
+Baby, we grown, we could fuck on the floor
+I'm gettin' money
+That's why they mad
+That ain't my fault
+Nigga, I'm a boss
+Get white chalked
+Playin' with an OG
+I got bags
+These niggas owe me, they know me
+Standin' in the kitchen and workin' my wrists
+I made a duece, turned to a nick
+I make a nick, turned to a nine
+I made  a nine, turned to a split
+You know the rest, I made a split, turned to a brick
+We in this bitch, we got it lit
+We got them sticks
+[Chorus]
+Is you mad?
+'Cause I'm getting cash
+That ain't my place
+Bought a new Wraith
+She in my face
+I want her head
+I want her legs
+I want a redhead
+I want her head
+I want her neck
+I want her legs
+You don't even beg
+We can fuck on the floor
+We can fuck in the shower
+Leave your friends at the door
+Tell 'em give you an hour2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+First Class[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans
+Give her a couple of thousand, now she feelin' important
+Dick her down, she'll be gone by the morning
+She got them ass shots that I like
+Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night
+She say she got a man but it's alright, shoot outta town, first class flight
+Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans
+Give her a couple of thousand, now she feelin' important
+Dick her down, she'll be gone by the morning
+She got them ass shots that I like
+Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night
+She say she got a man but it's alright, shoot outta town, first class flight
+
+[Verse 1]
+You can be mine and I can be yours
+Let's have a baby and name her Dior
+Ain't got no time I'm always on tour
+I press decline I always ignore
+I had to tease her so she can want more
+Baby we grown we can fuck on the floor
+Condo top floor, we gon' make love on the balcony
+She want that dick tryna tackle me
+I'm gettin' money like I was a athlete
+Wake her up and put her back to sleep
+I let the homie hit after me
+She got super head he enjoying that
+I ain't cuffing no bitch I ain't doing that
+Once I hit it one time I ain't goin' back
+I'm out the door like a floor mat
+She say she diggin' my format
+I'm the baby I'm a rug rat
+She like, "Damn baby where my hug at?" I'm like, "Damn, baby, we don't do that"
+Gave her a couple of thousand for the pussy
+Get in there let her know I ain't no rookie
+Put on a show like somebody else lookin'
+Diggin in her deep make her push me
+[Chorus]
+Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans
+Give her a couple of thousand, now she feelin' important
+Dick her down, she'll be gone by the morning
+She got them ass shots that I like
+Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night
+She say she got a man but it's alright, shoot outta town, first class flight
+Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans
+Give her a couple of thousand, now she feelin' important
+Dick her down, she'll be gone by the morning
+She got them ass shots that I like
+Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night
+She say she got a man but it's alright, shoot outta town, first class flight
+
+[Verse 2]
+She say she tied up, she got a man and he on her ass
+She say she tired of 'em
+Give her a perkie, a pack of backwoods and tell her to fire up
+Top floor penthouse suite, baby, we high up
+Who said that you cannot buy love?
+We gon' be making love until the morning, baby, I'm tellin' you, this is your warning
+I'm not gon' stop it, I'ma keep on flowin'
+Adderall got a nigga goin'
+I'ma get it cracking and you know it
+I'ma make you happy, I ain't boring
+You can tell your friends you don't know me
+I'ma beat it up like you owe me
+I gotta go, sorry you can't hold me
+Fishtail the Vette like it's stolen
+Baby you was lucky that I choose you
+Fuck all that talkin', baby, I'ma show you
+Put a lot of lean in my soda
+Coffee cup but this ain't folger's
+I know I be drippin' from my toe up
+Just don't tell 'em nothing that I told you
+[Chorus]
+Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans
+Give her a couple of thousand, now she feelin' important
+Dick her down, she'll be gone by the morning
+She got them ass shots that I like
+Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night
+She say she got a man but it's alright, shoot outta town, first class flight
+Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans
+Give her a couple of thousand, now she feelin' important
+Dick her down, she'll be gone by the morning
+She got them ass shots that I like
+Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night
+She say she got a man but it's alright, shoot outta town, first class flight3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+How[Intro]
+(M-M-M-Murda)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Runnin' up this money been a breeze (Phew)
+Flew her in, she fuck me ’til she leave (Uh)
+She done fell in love, I'm sellin' dreams
+I done fell in love with buyin’ jeans (Jeans)
+Hate I found a love for sippin' lean
+Hellcat faster than a Demon, new G-Wagen with no key
+Put baguettes in my AP, I ain't on playin' about they beef
+Niggas know I play for keeps, treat my brothers like they me
+Had to make myself a boss, it ain't no nigga workin' me
+I invest a couple mil' and let my money work for me
+Know they hate the way it happened, probably somewhere cursin' me
+I don’t know nothing ’bout no killin', all I know is murder beats
+I got rich and understand my next three cars gon’ be a lease
+I ain't never losin' sleep about no beef, I roll in peace
+I put diamonds in my teeth, came from grindin' in the streets
+Get a load and break it down and sell it all and then repeat it
+Pray to God for all the dawgs behind the wall, they need they freedom (Free y’all)
+When I be on TV and perform, I hope they see me (See me)
+Once it's up, it's stuck, we get over on niggas, not get even
+Forgiato rims on my dually, I ride diesel
+Only rock Amiris with my team, not no Diesel
+Got some niggas up in Philly play with birds like they Eagles
+She keep sayin' I'm the man, that shit boostin' up my ego
+Still in Atlanta sellin' bags like they legal, I'm just sayin' (Yeah)
+[Chorus]
+How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin'?
+Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty
+I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet
+All I know is put it up and keep on workin'
+I can't even hold you, I been gettin' loaded
+Devil on my shoulders
+God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah
+
+[Verse 2]
+Drop-top McLaren (Oh), everybody starin' (Lookin')
+Lil' one from the hood turned into the man (Big dawg)
+Get a lot of money (Yeah), try to stuff it in my pants (4 Pockets)
+I might do the woah (Woah), nigga, I don't dance
+Rings on my hand cost a fortune
+Shout out to my mama, no abortion (What's up?)
+D-Boy, white Air Forces (Crisp)
+Different kinda bags, I got choices (Flavors)
+And I got the swag for a loyal ticket
+Think I'm hearin' voices in my head sayin', "Kill him" (Kill him)
+Know she'll forgive me, I'm one of the real ones
+Really from the trenches, turn a dollar to a nickel (Get 'em)
+Baddest of the baddest, guess I gotta wait to pick 'em
+Try us, then we smashin', then they go to playin' victim (Kill 'em)
+I don't know what happened, all I know is he got hit up
+I'ma need a napkin, chains drippin', VV's lit up
+I'ma get the money and go hard long as I get up (Get up)
+We gon' beat the trial, I told lil' bruh to do some sit-ups (Push-up)
+Win, win, win, no lose or draw, I never give up (Nah)
+Nigga, what you bangin'? What you claimin'? Throw that shit up (4, Baby)
+[Chorus]
+How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin'?
+Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty
+I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet
+All I know is put it up and keep on workin'
+I can't even hold you, I been gettin' loaded
+Devil on my shoulders
+God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+All In[Intro]
+(Cook that shit up, Quay)
+
+[Verse 1]
+My mama been told me don't give no poor performance
+And whatever you gon' do, just do it
+Never thought 'bout doin' music
+I was tryna build my phone up
+Contacts full of drug abusers
+Ridin' around with that Mexican, tryna figure out what my cousin doin'
+Prison with the 'migos, found out they was sellin' bricks
+Wish I would've knew that shit, I would've been lit
+Swear to God, since I was seventeen, I been hood rich
+I be at James Harden house, I'm all in Houston in the mix
+I'm talkin' 'bout spare time in New York, I buy floor seats to watch the Knicks
+And I don't even know no players
+I just wan' show off my new drip and put my chains in layers
+I might just stand up and go crazy, someone make the layup
+And we ain't squashin' shit for free, you niggas gotta pay us
+You niggas better pay up, yeah
+Know he might not beat it, I told the lawyer go for a lighter sentence
+I don't want know no problems with y'all niggas, y'all got women tendencies
+I don't gotta sell drugs no more, I'm bossed up, I got plenty business
+Ridin' 'round in that Lam' truck, I wreck this bitch, it ain't rented
+Givin' out my respect, get respect in every city
+Niggas know I came up, but I came back through the slums with Diddy
+Fucked around and got plugged in, I'm buyin' that red Richard Mille
+Stay out my lil' brother business, just know that they gettin' millions
+[Chorus]
+Press the button right there to let the doors in
+Go hard all year, I don't care, I'm goin' all in
+This house, vibes everywhere, she callin' more friends
+My word or nothin', I ain't lyin', I cannot bargain
+
+[Verse 2]
+Sippin' wockiana, come here, thotiana
+Let me bust you down, ah, yeah, yeah
+What kinda watch you wanted?
+Man, that's nothin', mami
+I'm not bein' funny, yeah, yeah, yeah
+I should've knew you was gon' rat the day you told me
+A hundred racks in all dubs, it ain't no foldin' me
+I ain't no puppet, I ain't with nobody controllin' me
+I go LeBron when it's crunch time, it ain't no holdin' me
+You got the Maybach, Benz truck, I'm tryna buy one
+I told lil' shawty just let bygones be bygones
+Tell the feds get off my dick, I don't gotta buy guns
+They got the right one, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Press the button right there to let the doors in
+Go hard all year, I don't care, I'm goin' all in
+This house, vibes everywhere, she callin' more friends
+My word or nothin', I ain't lyin', I cannot bargain
+[Outro]
+To let the doors in
+I'm goin' all in
+She callin' more friends
+I cannot bargain5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Money Forever[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I had to spread my wings, jump out my nest
+Ran out of Act so I'm pourin' up red
+I took the harder way like I'm Derez
+Shout out the doctor keep givin' these meds
+I got the streets in a lock like some dreads
+Ride on the back of that bitch like some pegs
+Runnin' this shit, they should cut off my legs
+Had to play a little smarter, I'm using my head
+Dropped out of school, took the street way instead
+I'm a lil' dope boy, I want me some bread
+I'ma shoot at your body, won't aim for your neck
+I just cashed out on a flooded Patek
+It ain't a big one, but dammit, it's big enough
+I just came home from the can, I'ma live it up
+I rep the gang, when you see me, I'ma throw it up
+I just spent three hundred racks on a Bentley truck
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Screamin' out, "gang, gang, gang, gang, gang"
+I do this shit for the gang
+I didn't get in this for fame
+Nigga ain't takin' my chain
+I'ma stand firm with my name
+They say you get money, you change
+I got the money and stayed the same
+I'm tryna stay in my lane
+[Verse 2: Lil Baby & Gunna]
+Gotta maintain, can't go back broke
+Gotta stand tall, won't bend or fold
+Drop top 'Vette, tryna keep it in a Rolls
+Ain't signin' no deal, ain't sellin' my soul
+Gotta run it up fast, my mama gettin' old
+I'm a million dollar nigga, gotta reach my goal
+Got the hood on my back, still throwin' up fours
+They say the Act gettin' low, I'm still pourin' up fours
+I pour the six if it cost me
+I like to fuck on your ho on the balcony
+I got the cheese and I got me some broccolli
+All color money, this shit like monopoly
+Can't get this drip, ain't no need for you watchin' me
+I ran my racks up and I moved out of poverty
+I'm keepin' designer all over my body
+I got some Buscemi, I got new Givenchy
+Damn I thought I'd never see the day
+I'm so glad I made it through the rain
+They don't wanna see a nigga straight
+They don't wanna see young Gunna paid
+Take a long time, I had to wait
+Want this penthouse, a lot of space
+A lot of hundreds comin' our way
+Bust it down, split it with the gang
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Screamin' out, "gang, gang, gang, gang, gang"
+I do this shit for the gang
+I didn't get in this for fame
+Nigga ain't takin' my chain
+I'ma stand firm with my name
+They say you get money, you change
+I got the money and stayed the same
+I'm tryna stay in my lane
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
+I used to sleep on the floor for a mattress
+Getting evicted, that shit was embarrassing
+My mama didn't have it, we made us a palettes
+I had to share with the roaches and rats
+Keep gettin' money these voices keep telling me
+I went to prison, it made me a better me
+I can't get no job, I got too many felonies
+I been on probation since I was like seventeen
+I done got me some stripes in the hood like a referee
+I used to walk into school with that fire on me
+I'm gettin' money, ain't really got time to beef
+I don't know why these lil bitches be lyin' on me
+I'm the jungle forreal where them lions be
+I'm goin' apeshit, they callin' me Willie B
+These niggas be sayin' they gon' rob me but we'll see
+I'm gon' make every nigga with 'em fear me
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Screamin' out, "gang, gang, gang, gang, gang"
+I do this shit for the gang
+I didn't get in this for fame
+Nigga ain't takin' my chain
+I'ma stand firm with my name
+They say you get money, you change
+I got the money and stayed the same
+I'm tryna stay in my lane
+
+[Outro: Lil Baby]
+Run it all up and stay the same, yeah
+I'ma run it all up and stay the same
+Run it all up and stay the same, yeah
+I'ma run it all up and stay the same
+I will not change for shit, I got my name from this
+I will not change for shit, I got my name from this
+I will not change for shit, I got my name from this
+I will not change for shit, I got my name from this
+Run it all up and stay the same, yeah
+I'ma run it all up and stay the same3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Forever[Intro]
+Who made this beat?
+Twysted Genius, baby
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (Gimme that)
+I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together
+She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step out, she be flashin'
+Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty
+My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants
+And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'?
+Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic
+Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest
+Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let them catch me lackin'
+I don't know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin'
+But fuck 'em, we get active (Get active)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Wrap it, make sure they can't smell it
+Drive too far? Don't matter, I'll mail it
+Tryna steal swag, I see it, I smell it
+Used to get mad, probably beat up my celly
+Now I sell bags every day in my city
+Ain't doin' no playin', when they come, be ready
+I got murder on my mind like that lil' nigga Melly (Free Melly)
+Big boy rocks, stud the same size as Nelly (Ten karats)
+Long as I live, I'ma get this cheddar
+Ever since the bitch left, doin' lil' better
+Which car I'ma drive? It depends on the weather
+Rolls Royce truck pull up like, "Hello"
+Pretty, tall, light skin, shake like Jell-O
+If the bitch actin' bougie, I'ma take her to the ghetto
+If I ain't smokin' Runtz, then it's probably Limoncello
+You got a lil' boy, but you not on my level
+Sell P's every day in the hood on my schedule
+Young nigga give a ho whole groove like Stella
+Jam don't shake like that, that's Jell-O
+Made a whole M on the road, then lay low
+I'm a real boss in my hood, I got say-so
+I was havin' choppas 'fore I heard about Dracos
+Put me in the casket with a bust down halo, yeah
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (Give me that)
+I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together
+She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step by, she be flashin'
+Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty
+My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants
+And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'?
+Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic
+Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest
+Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let them catch me lackin'
+I don't know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin'
+But fuck 'em, we get active
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
+Suavé (Huh), sippin' promethazine latte (Yeah)
+Sticky-ass weed like Scotch tape (Yeah)
+Big B's, call me Banye (Hoo)
+Me and Lil Baby compadre (Yeah)
+What these niggas talkin' 'bout? Blasé (Huh)
+Diamonds on me, that's pavé (Huh)
+So bright, can't see, that's a blind date (Huh)
+Marley and Fee trynna get high weight (Ooh)
+I got M-O-L-L-Y weight
+Only once the drugs are done
+I feel like, "Where the hell is my grave?"
+Heartbeat beatin' at a high rate
+World stop spinnin', start to vibrate
+It's a cold world, so my house in Miami still came with a fireplace
+Pupils dilate, don't judge me
+I'm with a sex slave, she like rough D
+I got a text straight from the plug, he said "There's a drought"
+I said "Funny", now we laughin'
+And only time that we act, is when we act asses
+Nigga, we active
+So if you 'bout that life, get out that casket
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Lil Wayne, Both]
+If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (Ooh, give me that)
+I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together (Yeah, yeah)
+She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step by, she be flashin'
+Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty
+My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants
+And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'?
+Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic
+Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest
+Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let them catch me lackin'
+I don't know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin'
+But fuck 'em, we get active
+
+[Outro: Lil Wayne]
+Yeah, fuck 'em we get active, yeah
+We can get active, yeah
+This still got some active, yeah
+Fuck 'em we get active, uh
+Fuck 'em we get active10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Global[Intro]
+We global now
+
+[Chorus]
+Bought her baby Gucci strollers (Strollers)
+Switch it up and I went global (Global)
+Can't play around, I had to grow up (Grow up)
+Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (Glo-up)
+These niggas cap and that shit blow up
+My dawg rappin', hope he blow up
+I need my checks without no hold-ups
+I put my city on my shoulders
+I told the truth in every story that I told 'em
+I fucked around and showed 'em
+
+[Verse 1]
+All of my whips got that new car smell
+Don't get it twisted, from the 'partments, I just park well
+I don't fuck with him, that nigga flawed, send him to voicemail
+Catch up with him, push up on him, tell him how we all feel
+Made myself a millionaire, only took a year, dawg
+Thinkin' bout what I been through, I can make a tear fall
+Late night with them youngins, we was creepin', could've killed y'all
+We ain't gon' do that internet beefin', that's for bitches, dawg
+I went up to space so they hatin', they can't lift off
+I can make your bitch eat my kids, every drip drop
+I come from trenches, we can't come outside in flip flops
+I done came so far, sittin' on the floor, watchin' the tip-off
+[Chorus]
+Bought her baby Gucci strollers (Strollers)
+Switch it up and I went global (Global)
+Can't play around, I had to grow up (Grow up)
+Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (Glo-up)
+These niggas cap and that shit blow up
+My dawg rappin', hope he blow up
+I need my checks without no hold-ups
+I put my city on my shoulders
+I told the truth in every story that I told 'em
+I fucked around and showed 'em
+
+[Verse 2]
+I put my all into this shit
+I worked so hard to get my wrist
+It broke my heart but I didn't quit
+I had to ball with no assist
+I got 'em all on my drip
+Go with his move, he gon' get flipped (Yeah)
+I had to hustle for a meal, yeah
+And now I'm hustling in these M's, yeah
+Gave Jock and Dee 200 years
+Whenever they call, I let 'em hear
+Them lawyers I got gon' lift they spirit
+Them niggas know I keep it real, yeah
+Sometimes I feel like the floor is giving in on me
+I work so hard but I can't stop 'cause they depend on me
+I tried to holler, she didn't talk, but now her friend want me
+I see through all, and my life flawed, need no lens on us
+[Chorus]
+Bought her baby Gucci strollers (Strollers)
+Switch it up and I went global (Global)
+Can't play around, I had to grow up (Grow up)
+Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (Glo-up)
+These niggas cap and that shit blow up
+My dawg rappin', hope he blow up
+I need my checks without no hold-ups
+I put my city on my shoulders
+I told the truth in every story that I told 'em
+I fucked around and showed 'em6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Humble[Intro: Lori Perry & Lil Baby]
+Day after day
+Seems like I push against the clouds
+(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
+They just keep blocking out the sun
+It seems since I was born
+I've wakened every blessed morning
+I been thinkin' to myself lately
+Wonderin' did she mean it when she say she hate me?
+Or wonderin' did she mean it when she say she wished she didn't keep the baby? (Down on my luck and up against the wind)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Told Solid to speed it up, you ain't driving Miss Daisy
+Rolls Royce truck plus, yeah, you driving Lil Baby
+Hit from the back and grab her neck, it be drivin' her crazy
+Ain't work no job since we met, I'm the reason she lazy
+I got some checks that I ain't touch, they for Loyal and Jason
+Really wanna have a daughter just so I can spoil her
+Maybe look at women different
+Father God, forgive me, I'ma been sinning for a minute
+We bought sticks when it was tension
+Fuck that bitch, she want attention
+She get famous if I mention
+I ain't gon' say her name at all
+I was just sittin' in prison, damn near livin' like a dog
+I remember that shit vividly, I do this shit for y'all
+I'm not lookin' for no sympathy, won't cry about no loss
+I got demons all on my back and arms, I'm tryna shake 'em off
+I can't never fuck with lil' Mill again, he tried to take me off
+I can't lie, you was my dawg, I heard that shit, it broke my heart
+Can't no nigga say I did somethin' flawed, been solid from the start
+Every situation ever happened, Baby played his part
+I ain't never did shit to brag about it, I do that shit with honors
+In my bag, but I been layin' back, I'm turnin' up this summer
+Guess you mad 'cause I've been havin', tellin' hoes I was a runner
+If I was, I was the richest runner in Georgia, on my mama
+And I ain't never been no worker, had my own number, ask bruh
+Seven summers straight we went crazy, called it good luck
+[Chorus]
+I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number
+I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger
+All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble
+Got the ball, I won't fumble
+I just touch down, stay humble
+I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number
+I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger
+All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble
+Got the ball, I won't fumble
+I just touch down, stay humble, yeah
+
+[Verse 2]
+Thinkin' 'bout that shit you said, I can't get it out my head
+I know that my heart is black, so all my cars' insides is red
+I don't wanna argue with no one, let's get this guap instead
+I ain't tryna beef with none these niggas 'cause all my opps is dead
+If you ever run into police, you better not tell
+Turn it up, I might as well, you know I'm so 4PF
+'Fore I go, I gotta say what's up to all the bros in jail
+I know that they be listenin', I know that he'll be with me
+And his lawyer cost one-sixty, I hope they un-convict him when he go back
+Follow him with a low jack, then step on him like a doormat
+Doin' dirt, can't go back, my mind straight, ain't no slackin'
+Guns all in Renee house, you ain't from the hood if you don't know Madison
+[Chorus]
+I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number
+I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger
+All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble
+Got the ball, I won't fumble
+I just touch down, stay humble
+I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number
+I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger
+All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble
+Got the ball, I won't fumble
+I just touch down, stay humble, yeah7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Catch the Sun[Intro]
+(Hit-Boy)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Seems like we runnin' outta time
+Yeah, we still so young and got so much to find
+We can't never let 'em break our mind
+We gotta stay strong, conquer and don't divide
+I come in peace, my heart already set on fire
+If it ain't color, what's the difference from you and I?
+I'll let you decide or come up with some repeated lies
+I'm just tired of my kind gotta be the one to die
+Lookin' in the sky, I know you with me, I can't cry
+Standin' what I stand on, I can't never switch sides
+Sometimes I just wanna pop out on 'em and flip by
+But I put my head on, I pray, I stay from off the route
+Thinkin' 'bout my niggas, I ain't seen 'em in a while
+Thinkin' 'bout my son, I just had another child
+I been thinkin' back on bro, like, "What the fuck we gon' do now?"
+On this road to redemption, this shit get rocky and it's wild
+Let me tell you 'bout it
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm so dumb that I was thinkin' that they could
+When they really can't, yeah
+I was thinkin' that they was, when they really ain't
+It's my fault, I can't blame no one
+If we take off now, we can catch the sun
+Maybe watch it set, have sex, get some rest
+I'm so dumb that I was thinkin' that they could
+When they really can't, yeah
+I was thinkin' that they was, when they really ain't
+It's my fault, I can't blame no one
+If we take off now, we can catch the sun
+Maybe watch it set, have sex, get some rest
+[Verse 2]
+Know you be behind me if it ever came to this
+But I never would've thought that we'll have to take this risk
+Or ever be in this position, just keep ridin', don't go missing
+If we in this together, this the way it 'posed to feel
+I'm going out with a bang, I'm tellin' you what it is
+If I get racial profiled where I live
+'Cause my crib bigger than theirs, or my cars up to date
+Or it's probably be my girl shape, they probably wanna date her
+Or they heard I got my cake up, middle finger to them haters
+My life finally matters, I got up and I'ma stay up
+I know it lookin' like a dream, but it ain't everything it seem
+Ain't no tellin' where I be if I ain't have God or ain't have my team
+Can't let 'em trick me out the streets, I got a mind of my own
+I left the house at sixteen, I told my Mama, "I'm grown"
+Been through a lot of situations, I can handle my own
+If I had only one call, I know you pick up the phone
+If they ain't with us, we gone
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm so dumb that I was thinkin' that they could
+When they really can't, yeah
+I was thinkin' that they was, when they really ain't
+It's my fault, I can't blame no one
+If we take off now, we can catch the sun
+Maybe watch it set, have sex, get some rest
+I'm so dumb that I was thinkin' that they could
+When they really can't, yeah
+I was thinkin' that they was, when they really ain't
+It's my fault, I can't blame no one
+If we take off now, we can catch the sun
+Maybe watch it set, have sex, get some rest1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Get Money[Intro]
+(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
+(Section 8 just straight cooked that motherfucker up)
+Yeah
+So we was at a gas station today, I told the bros, like
+Last one home owe a dub, know what I'm sayin'?
+And we all ridin' in foreigns, so
+That shit super fun cuttin' all through traffic, sayin'
+Kinda felt like I made it for a change
+That's what I do
+
+[Verse 1]
+Lamborghini truck, big Dre in the cut
+Bruh them Bentley-ed up behind me, know what's in my cup
+Doin' ninety in a thirty-five like I don't give a fuck (I'm sorry)
+Aventador, I let lil' Q 'dem drive, make sure y'all don't hit nobody
+I can't lie, this rap shit got us livin' like we hit the lottery
+Crippin', knockin' niggas out, one punch like he got into boxing
+I been flying state to state for drip, I done got into shopping
+Every other day, it's somethin' fake, I'm duckin' paparazzi
+He ain't listen, they tapped his nugget
+Label told me ain't got no budget
+This ain't that, and that ain't 'bout nothing
+I got rich, but got folks still strugglin'
+I got bros give a fuck 'bout nothin'
+I got hoes, don't give a fuck 'bout fuckin'
+I ain't did that if she ain't got no butt
+Money bring problems, okay, so what?
+Pee them too real, they bought me a Rolls truck
+Sent it back to get a newer version
+Cullinan with the stars in it, got the captain seats in the back
+I want the white paint with the red guts, all my other cars need to match it
+They be like, "Ooh, ooh," off in traffic
+Gotta put racin' gas in my track kit
+[Chorus]
+Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
+Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
+I'm getting money (Money)
+I'm getting money (Money)
+I'm getting money (Money)
+I'm getting money
+All I do is get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
+Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
+I'm getting money (Money)
+I'm getting money (Money)
+I'm getting money (Money)
+I'm getting money, yeah
+
+[Verse 2]
+How you make a whole chorus about getting money? 'Cause all I do is get money
+Monday through Sunday, Sunday through Money
+It ain't no stoppin', always gon' clock in
+Ask for my bookin' phone like I'm trappin'
+He a good rapper, yeah, but he cappin'
+I treat my shows like I'm getting loads
+I gotta get off anywhere I go, yeah
+Hop out alone, I'm in my zone
+Most of this shit I done did on my own
+Niggas want credit for shit that my mama did
+I really treat Lil DT like my mama kid
+Been poppin' shit since I bought me that Bonneville
+I'm in Atlanta from Bankhead to Summerhill
+I can't play 'round 'cause I know it's kill
+And I know it's real, yeah
+[Chorus]
+Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
+Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
+I'm getting money (Money)
+I'm getting money (Money)
+I'm getting money (Money)
+I'm getting money
+All I do is get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
+Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
+I'm getting money (Money)
+I'm getting money (Money)
+I'm getting money (Money)
+I'm getting money3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Deep End[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+I know they ain't feelin' my pain
+I got codeine inside my veins, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
+We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense
+He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in
+Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end
+
+[Verse 1]
+They offerin' the shooter the death penalty, won't tell on me
+I know if I go broke today, them same hoes gon' bail on me
+I got them throwin' salt, they steady tryna fuck up my recipe
+Amiri jeans, a hundred a pair, ain't nothin' about a nigga cheap
+Sellin' weed in the projects, relapsed on the Hi-Tech
+Told the gang that we up next, put 'em on a G5 jet
+Overseas with my sidepiece, my queen, she gotta be a dimepiece
+We gon' stick together like assigned seats, on that Dej Loaf, nigga, try me
+Whoever thought I'd put a hundred on my neck?
+Whoever thought that I'd say I'm the one up next?
+Whoever thought they'd ever consider me the best?
+Whoever thought, whoever thought, whoever thought?
+
+[Chorus]
+I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
+We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense
+He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in
+Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end
+[Verse 2]
+Go and ask about me in the streets, they heard of me
+If she find out I been creepin', she gon' murder me
+I ain't trippin', no complaints, I got my currency up
+Out of town, I let the windows down so they can see us
+I take the hitters around the globe, that's all I know (That's all I know)
+I met her last night she tried to give me her soul (Give me her soul)
+I got 'em hatin', they throwin' shots, they on their toes
+One thing they know (One thing they know)
+One thing they know (One thing they know)
+Ain't gon let up on them niggas, once you try us, ain't gon' stop
+If it's pressure, let me know, so we can pull up with them Glocks
+Tryna dodge the bullshit and tryna make it to the top
+If I never sell a record I'ma make it on the block
+How you gon wait 'til I make it then try to help me? Nigga I don't need you (No help)
+I put the food on the table, nigga was hungry, I tried to feed you
+Treat all my niggas like bosses, nobody better, everyone equal (Yeah)
+Real talk this the sequel, hold it down for my people
+
+[Chorus]
+I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
+We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense
+He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in
+Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end
+I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
+We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense
+He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in
+Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Social Distancing[Intro]
+(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
+(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I told her to fly and she scared of the virus, I sent her a private to get here
+I made four hundred dollars off of each of these pounds, I ain't trippin', it's gon' be a good year
+Solomon drivin' while I got my hands on the chopper, I'm keepin' my eyes in the rearview
+I'm from Atlanta where they pay to triple cross niggas, they'll dap you up, then they'll kill you
+These niggas fake and I'm real, I don't feel 'em
+My niggas takers, ain't worried 'bout 'em stealing
+I run with apes and some baby gorillas
+I know a few (Shh), I can buy me a nigga
+Said I wouldn't change but my change a lil' bigger
+Four-carat ring leave a scar if I hit you
+Look like a spaceship, got stars in my vehicle
+These niggas fake and I don't wanna deal with 'em all
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm social distancing
+Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick
+Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup)
+She say I ain't got no heart and I'm devil-sent
+I'm on some savage shit, ah
+I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
+I got a hundred inside of a drum
+We pull up clapping, a round of applause
+We just gon' say that they won the award
+[Verse 2]
+Slide in the daytime, then come back at night
+We gon' make sure that nobody play with us
+They make me mad, I'ma turn up
+Let's talk about money, I swear I been savin' up
+I'm really sick with this shit, got 'em throwin' up
+He hit a lick for a brick, now he goin' up
+My niggas rapping, you see us, we blowin' up
+Hit the bitch for a rack, then ignore her
+I'm so sick of these rats and these whores
+I might marry my girl and just go away
+Eat her out if she rich, got expensive taste
+We ain't got rush, told the pilot to fuckin' wait
+Ain't no way I can go on no fuckin' date
+I don't know her and she don't know me
+My lil' boy 'dem turnt up at a young age
+You can say that it run in my genes
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm social distancing
+Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick
+Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup)
+She say I ain't got no heart and I'm devil-sent
+I'm on some savage shit, ah
+I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
+I got a hundred inside of a drum
+We pull up clapping, a round of applause
+We just gon' say that they won the award
+I'm social distancing
+Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick
+Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup)
+She say I ain't got no heart and I'm devil-sent
+I'm on some savage shit, ah
+I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
+I got a hundred inside of a drum
+We pull up clapping, a round of applause
+We just gon' say that they won the award
+[Outro]
+I'm social distancing
+Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+For You[Chorus]
+Baby, why you trippin'? I be right here for you
+I be right here for you
+Anything that you want, I will provide that for you
+I provide that for you
+You know I got bitches, never put none 'em before you
+Never put them before you
+I get you everything that you want
+All I ask that you don't blow my phone up
+
+[Verse 1]
+Baby, I'm in love, I admit it
+I know that you think I want to hit it
+But baby, I ain't got time for no visits
+But when I get some time we gon' kick it
+Baby, we gon' live it all the way up
+Just stay down for me, I'm on my way up
+Them other bitches already done changed up
+Baby, is you real or you gon' change up?
+Fuckin' with a nigga like me dangerous
+Would you still be here if I got banged up?
+Man, I been through that before, they changed up
+Now they be like why he actin' famous?
+Baby, would you ride for a nigga?
+Get on top and do the job for a nigga?
+If I need you to run to a nigga (Would you run?)
+Baby tell me you gon' run to a nigga (You better run)
+If you need me I'ma come for you, baby (Here I come, here I come)
+I'ma be right there
+If you need me I'ma come to you, baby (Here I come, here I come)
+I'ma be right there
+Baby, why you trippin', I ain't got time for that
+I been tryna get it on my grind for that
+Told you pull up, you trip, never minding that
+I ain't never answer that, I'm twine with that
+You say that you gone, well then I'm fine with that
+I will never trip, I'm never calling back
+I can never fall in love with you no more
+I done gave you all of that
+[Chorus]
+Baby, why you trippin'? I be right here for you
+I be right here for you
+Anything that you want, I will provide that for you
+I provide that for you
+
+[Verse 2]
+Forgi's on your whip, I'ma tryna slide on
+I been tryna kick it with a rider
+Baby, I be busy, I be tied up
+You ain't gotta love me, just don't lie though
+We gon' take them trips 'cause ain't nobody else as fly as us
+Baby, we gon' let 'em have it
+We go where they can't go
+Pimpin', where'd my cane go?
+I'm the same lil' nigga, I ain't changed though
+They get salty when I pulled up in that Range Rover
+Yeah, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Baby, why you trippin'? I be right here for you
+I be right here for you
+Anything you needin', I provide that for you
+I provide that for you
+You know I got ho's, I never put none 'em before you
+Never put none 'em before you
+Baby, you my world and I swear I adore you
+And I swear I adore you
+[Verse 3]
+Late nights, call on the phone
+You say where I'm at, I'm on the way
+Two hours later you be callin'
+Thought you told me you was on the way
+Tell you I got caught up, I got busy
+But I had another bitch with me
+Still when I get it there, you gon' get it
+Soon as I pull up, she gon' get it
+
+[Outro]
+I ain't got no time for these bitches 'cause I'm on my grind
+Baby, are you trippin'? I been on my grind (I'm grindin')
+4PF, you digg?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Best of Me[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+Still poppin' Percocet
+Drankin' lean too
+Shit I gotta deal with
+
+[Chorus]
+Caught a few cases, I been on the road but overall a nigga still free
+I done been robbed I know how it feel, a nigga gon' have to come kill me
+I been through it all, I came this far how a nigga not gon' feel me
+Ain't no facade, no cap in my raps everything that I say is the real me
+I give all my problems to God
+Let him handle all my enemies
+I get on my knees and beg him please I just hoping that he hearin' me
+I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get ahead of me
+I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get the best of me
+
+[Verse 1]
+Remember that shoot out we had that time we thought a kid died
+Only thing I know when we pulled up, everybody hopped out firin'
+I remember on the way back, everybody in the car quiet
+I'm just knowing everybody thinkin' we just pulled a homicide, homicide
+See me on the news at the spot
+Tryna see who they say got shot
+I'm the first one stood up, told my brothers y'all all I got
+Know if somebody seen us they gon' talk
+Phone ringin' I thought it was a thottie
+Thinkin' damn, "we just caught a body"
+Hopin' everybody keep it solid
+Fuck the nigga, I'm thinkin' bout the kid
+The nigga shouldn't did what he did
+I'm just glad a nigga still here for all the stupid shit that we did
+Gotta be here for my kid, gotta watch my son get big
+Everything I say is no lie, I'm just glad the kid didn't die
+[Chorus]
+Caught a few cases, I been on the road but overall a nigga still free
+I done been robbed I know how it feel, a nigga gon' have to come kill me
+I been through it all, I came this far how a nigga not gon' feel me
+Ain't no facade, no cap in my raps everything that I say is the real me
+I give all my problems to God
+Let him handle all my enemies
+I get on my knees and beg him please I just hoping that he hearin' me
+I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get ahead of me
+I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get the best of me
+
+[Verse 2]
+All I see is young niggas on Instagram with them sticks
+I never post no gun, but when it's smoke I bet I send a blitz
+That bullshit that you on thinkin' cool get you a 100 years
+I bet yo partner fuck yo bitch, I bet you don't hear nothin' from the clique
+I ain't gon' tell you no lie, this shit'll make a grown man cry
+Folks give yo ass that time, you'll never see the outside
+All you do is think and wonder why
+Kiss the good life goodbye
+Now you gotta fight to survive, ain't no guns all you got is knives
+Hear a nigga sharpen 'em at night
+Young niggas gone on the ice
+Grown men fucking grown men they'll never tell you that part
+Buy a phone you gotta have a spot
+Everyday a nigga get knocked
+Search team turn to the narcs, man this shit can really get hard
+[Chorus]
+Caught a few cases, I been on the road but overall a nigga still free
+I done been robbed I know how it feel, a nigga gon' have to come kill me
+I been through it all, I came this far how a nigga not gon' feel me
+Ain't no facade, no cap in my raps everything that I say is the real me
+I give all my problems to God
+Let him handle all my enemies
+I get on my knees and beg him please I just hoping that he hearin' me
+I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get ahead of me
+I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get the best of me5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Crush a Lot[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+
+[Chorus]
+I can't fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
+Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
+I been goin' crazy, givin' ’em hell
+She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her
+I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
+Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
+If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair
+Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em
+
+[Verse 1]
+Ain't no back and forth with no bitches, this ain’t tennis
+Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain’t rented
+And they braggin' ’bout bitches, I promise we hit 'em
+I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
+At this point I'm heartless I ain't got no feelings
+Buy every building in the hood for my children
+Like a Drake song, got your vibe feelin’ groovy
+With no phone, we can make us a movie
+I ain't in my bag, I still got my feet out
+If we wanted smoke with y'all, you couldn't be out
+Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk
+I'm at the vibe with the spot, this the creep house
+Lil' shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
+Five percent tint on the whip, you can't see out
+Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
+These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be 'bout
+[Chorus]
+I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell
+Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
+I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell
+She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her
+I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
+Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
+If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair
+Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ain't no complaining, money coming in
+Put it all up, do it all again
+First you get a mil', then it's times ten
+Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
+Stand up like a man, take it on the chin
+They got consequences in this life of sin
+Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
+When you come home, we gon' all win
+Go in any club and make it thunderstorm, this shit reckless
+He gon' knock you off with his Rollie on
+Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin'
+Only ride with my security because I can't be armed
+Can't get caught with another gun
+They gon' know me when I'm gone
+They hear my pain inside my songs
+It's like a switch, I cut it on
+Pills kick in, gettin' in my zone
+Do my job, ain't see no wrong
+I'm never talkin' on them phones
+Feds gon' try to do us wrong
+Man, they got my nigga Long
+Lately I just been alone
+My cup, my strap, this microphone
+Nobody know what's goin on
+Just glad I made it off the road
+Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
+Ever since I been on them dice
+They gon' suck it up like a bowl of rice
+I'ma give it to them niggas every time
+[Chorus]
+I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell
+Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
+I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell
+She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her
+I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
+Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
+If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair
+Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Errbody[Intro]
+Firin' at everybody
+Firin' at everybody
+(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
+Firin' at everybody
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm firin' at everybody
+Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody
+All this fame these niggas be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it
+Boy, you play, you gon' die front of everybody
+Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
+Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em
+Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him
+
+[Verse 1]
+I used to pray for a plug who gon' go out the way
+And come back with a lot of them bitches
+I used to dream about condos when we leavin' Lenox
+Now I stay on top of them bitches
+I wouldn't give a damn if he ran him up a whole billion
+I still wouldn't acknowledge the nigga
+He put my name in a song, what the fuck is he on?
+I don't care, boy, we gotta go get him
+House big as fuck in the middle of nowhere
+I dick her down, I don't care what my ho wear
+I made Lil' Cam spin the block on a four-wheel
+Nah, for real, spin the block on a four-wheel
+Five million dollars, for me, that ain't no deal
+I done made that times six in like three years
+Off this rap shit, I can't even talk about this trap shit
+I just hope they can take it, I keep me a stallion like Megan
+A residency out in Vegas
+Might fly to L.A. and go fuck with LeBron and the Lakers
+Come back to Atlanta with Jayda
+Bruh told us to take care of the neighbors and stack all the paper
+Whatever we want, buy it later
+I know how to shit on a hater and handle the business
+Whatever God give me, I'm grateful
+[Chorus]
+I'm firin' at everybody
+Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody
+All this fame these niggas be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it
+Boy, you play, you gon' die front of everybody
+Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
+Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em
+Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him
+
+[Verse 2]
+Cartier watches for everyone 'round me
+I ran it up, how the fuck could you down me?
+She set for life, how the fuck could you clown her?
+Bought all this water, I'm never gon' drown
+I'm in the 'yo, I'm perfectin' my sound
+I helped 'em out and they let me down again
+I ain't comin' back around again
+Fell in love and I found a friend
+I done geared up the motor
+My brother in prison in Polo
+I jumped in the game and went loco
+I put on these clothes like a hobo
+That's layers of drip
+I showed my ass in Phipps
+You play, ya mans get killed
+Said that before, but I'm dead for real
+Lil' bro jumpin' 'round like his leg done healed
+I ran it up off of vacuum seal
+If I fall off today, I'm a legend still
+Bro showed me the way, I ain't never steal
+This Glock ain't no prop, it'll pop for real
+I fuck with that syrup, I don't pop no pills
+My young niggas turnt, they don't got no deals
+I need me a billion so I can chill
+I'm drivin' like I ain't got no license still
+My Trackhawk move like it got nitrogen, I'm poppin' seals
+[Chorus]
+I'm firin' at everybody
+Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody
+All this fame these niggas be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it
+Boy, you play, you gon' die front of everybody
+Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
+Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em
+Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him
+
+[Verse 3]
+I paid attention and found out the recipe
+I take a seat and they still won't get 'head of me
+I'm on my shit, now a bitch can't get next to me
+You ain't got a hundred thou', you can't have sex with me
+Ain't showed the best of me yet
+And ain't in nobody debt, I'm somethin' like a vet
+I bought my big brother a 'Vette
+My numbers so good, my label probably owe me a check
+They play with Lil Baby, I swear it's gon' go down
+The biggest lil' nigga that's over at Motown
+Jumped off the porch and went straight kicked the door down
+Flip the clip, switch the clip, then some more rounds
+Rappers fake and be hatin', I don't go 'round
+I took 12 on a chase, I had four ounces
+Ask around, we them guys, I do no clownin'
+If I can, I'ma try keep the smoke down
+Once it's up, then it's stuck, it can't go down
+Like to switch where I sleep, I got four houses
+Every time the heat come, I make four thousand
+Big done gave me the game and I ran with it
+Milk the game 'til I quit, I ain't playin' with it
+Could've been hit your bitch, I be sparin' niggas
+Make me mad, I'ma call up them grave diggers
+Bought my mom a new crib, and it's way bigger
+Never been to it once, that's a great feelin'
+I'ma go there when I get a chance
+I lost five hundred racks before I signed a deal
+Swear to God, I still got my advance
+Yeah, I'm lit, I been savin' this guala up
+Yeah, I hit, but she didn't get a follow-up
+Ain't no reason to beef with no one about none of these women
+I promise they swallow us all
+[Chorus]
+I'm firin' at everybody
+Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody
+All this fame these niggas be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it
+Boy, you play, you gon' die front of everybody
+Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
+Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em
+Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Throwing Shade[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I’m getting paid
+Cartier glasses they sit on my face
+I ain’t throwin' shade
+I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
+I stay out the way
+Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
+I’m having my way
+Running through hundreds and millions a day
+They know not to play
+Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
+A mil in my safe
+Everywhere I go I’m keepin' a K
+I’m getting paid
+Cartier glasses they sit on my face
+I ain’t throwin' shade
+I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+We just been balling like Odell
+I got your hoe on my coattail
+She in her feeling but oh well
+We got em packs from wholesale
+Running through thots in the hotel
+Give 'em couple of hundreds for toe nails
+Only time I'm in crowed, they both tell
+They can say it was vacuum sealed with no smell
+I was sitting in jail with no bail
+I was sitting in prison getting no mail
+My nigga switching up on me I don’t care
+They got jack shit on him he won't tell
+ZO6 Vette, ridin' the fast lane, hope I don't wreck
+I'm on that red
+Pourin it up with most disrespect
+Forgiato on my cars now
+I been fuckin 'round with the stars now
+5 stars for my lineup
+Give these niggas a chance but they time us
+Switch the hustle, I did get the grind up
+In the spot hundred dollars the lineup
+I'm the big homie niggas can line us
+Stickin dick in this bitch cause she fine as fuck
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I’m getting paid
+Cartier glasses they sit on my face
+I ain’t throwin' shade
+I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
+I stay out the way
+Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
+I’m having my way
+Running through hundreds and millions a day
+They know not to play
+Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
+A mil in my safe
+Everywhere I go I’m keepin' a K
+I’m getting paid
+Cartier glasses they sit on my face
+I ain’t throwin' shade
+I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
+
+[Verse 2: Gunna]
+I can't stop the money keep calling
+VVS' on my collar
+'Caught a body trying to dead dock ya
+The way she suck she a head doctor
+Diggin in I got her legs lockin
+Super trendy got Chanel stockings
+I ain't never had to fantasize it
+YSL we come and change the climate
+Run with twenty thousand one out of Onyx
+Swear the ring, the chain, watch, Avianne
+I got shooters in the trunk right behind me
+I got spots like a cheetah won't find me
+Gunna Gunna fell in love with these diamonds
+Pressure god only rocking the finest
+I done told you the crew is almighty
+Several time I just gotta remind you
+If you my dog I gotta ride with you
+I got you dog on whatever the issue
+Free my dogs out of prison I miss you
+Fuck the laws and whoever against you
+Know the plug I don't go through the middle
+Showing love it could all be so simple
+I'm a giant remember I used to be little
+Getting paid, I don't need no credentials
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I’m getting paid
+Cartier glasses they sit on my face
+I ain’t throwin' shade
+I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
+I stay out the way
+Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
+I’m having my way
+Running through hundreds and millions a day
+They know not to play
+Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
+A mil in my safe
+Everywhere I go I’m keepin' a K
+I’m getting paid
+Cartier glasses they sit on my face
+I ain’t throwin' shade
+I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Fit In[Intro]
+Earl on the beat
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm only getting in where I fit in
+This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
+I got a dub in the rear end
+I got caught when I fucked her friend
+Say I wouldn't do it and did it again
+I got some dogs who want me to win
+Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
+I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind
+I'm only getting in where I fit in
+This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
+I got a dub in the rear end
+I got caught when I fucked her friend
+Say I wouldn't do it and did it again
+I got some dogs who want me to win
+Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
+I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind
+
+[Verse 1]
+I had a carbon I was fifteen
+We tryna steal and rob everything
+I can't even talk about what I seen
+I'm never telling the laws a thing
+Made it out alive, can't even lie that shit was awesome nigga
+Shootouts I ain't had no bullets I had to call some niggas
+Lost lil Juan in the middle of the summer, that shit was awful nigga
+As soon as we found out some witness who tell us who did it, we gon' off them nigga
+Had to cut off a couple niggas I thought was with me, tried to cross a nigga
+These niggas think they can just come and kick shit in my city, it's gon' cost them niggas
+Jumped in the game and went got me some millions, no cap
+I made a wave for us
+Them bitches weren't fucking with me when I didn't have no money, now they can't wait to fuck
+Every one of my lil buddies mama know we thuggin', that's why they pray for us
+I was in the back of the Bach like Rosa Parks
+Me and my dogs on Tec, a four or more
+Grind every day like it ain't no tomorrow
+I was just broke, ain't going back
+I'ma run mines up to the max
+I want the cheese, ain't fuckin' with rats
+I wanna fuck her I give her a rack
+If she don't give me head ain't texting her back
+I'm a dog I go deep in the cat
+Remember one time I ain't have jack
+I had a hunnid I bought me a pack
+I took the pack and went got me a bag
+It started rolling and coming in fast
+I had the old heads hanging back
+Now I'm rich now and that's why they mad
+[Chorus]
+I'm only getting in where I fit in
+This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
+I got a dub in the rear end
+I got caught when I fucked her friend
+Say I wouldn't do it and did it again
+I got some dogs who want me to win
+Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
+I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind
+I'm only getting in where I fit in
+This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
+I got a dub in the rear end
+I got caught when I fucked her friend
+Say I wouldn't do it and did it again
+I got some dogs who want me to win
+Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
+I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind
+
+[Verse 2]
+Putting on for the hood like I'm White Boy Marco or something
+Super fast car, super bad broad, everybody know a nigga getting money
+Couple homies switched up on me when I blowed up now I look at them funny
+I put the four on my back with no shirt on
+I let the homies get bags for the low low
+We sending bricks out the spot this the o-zone
+I'm the man, rest in peace Shawty Lo
+I take the whole gang on the road
+Long way from in front of the store
+They don't wanna fly they wanna hit the road
+They wanna take pistols to all of my shows
+We thuggin' in public wherever we go
+I did some shit that don't nobody know
+[Chorus]
+I'm only getting in where I fit in
+This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
+I got a dub in the rear end
+I got caught when I fucked her friend
+Say I wouldn't do it and did it again
+I got some dogs who want me to win
+Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
+I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind
+I'm only getting in where I fit in
+This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
+I got a dub in the rear end
+I got caught when I fucked her friend
+Say I wouldn't do it and did it again
+I got some dogs who want me to win
+Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
+I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Word on the Street[Intro]
+We Global now
+
+[Verse 1]
+Word on the street, they got a lil' bitty hit out
+Really run Atlanta, I can make a nigga get out
+If anything, I have more respect for you bitches
+Nigga, you a bitch, we don't shoot and miss (Nah)
+Glock-19 unfold and it spit out
+Double R underneath the door when I get out
+Clutchin' on my fans, had to tell lil' bro to chill out
+How the fuck your whole gang down the road and you still out?
+Undercover rat, pussy nigga, you a sellout
+Every show I get either packed or it sell out
+I been ballin' hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out
+Know a nigga mad, he can't even put a hit out
+Middle of the winter, drop top with a mink on
+Bad lil' vibe, yeah, she say that's her theme song
+I done made a whole million dollars off a flip phone
+No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even have a ringtone
+
+[Chorus]
+Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
+We just fuck around, we don't date
+I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
+And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
+I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
+Then I took off, I ain't have no other option
+I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit
+I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen
+[Verse 2]
+Call overseas, tell them youngins to spin again
+I don't throw rocks and hide my hand 'cause I'm a man
+Million cash in the book bag, I'm a big dog
+Threw my shot at any nigga, bitch, I think I'm Chris Paul
+Sippin' all these meds, nigga gotta be throwed off
+I was gettin' head, fucked around and I dozed off
+Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out
+Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I'm the chosen child
+
+[Chorus]
+Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
+We just fuck around, we don't date
+I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
+And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
+I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
+Then I took off, I ain't have no other option
+I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit
+I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen
+
+[Verse 3]
+Safe deposit boxes on fleek
+And my bank account, I don't touch it, I'ma get it out the street
+Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you cheap
+And she know I'm havin' money, buy her titties, ass, and teeth
+Catchin' three flights every day, the only time I get some sleep
+Kept it real and they be cappin', really you can't compete
+I spend it all on bullets, niggas don't wanna beef
+Got a D-boy swag, pull up SRT
+I ain't playin' with nobody, nobody gon' play with me
+Got a driver for my car, he take me from A to Z
+Got some homies on the yard I probably'll never see
+If the money was the issue I promise they'd be free
+They was sleepin' on me bad, they fucked around, woke up a beast
+Switch it up, I went romantic, took my shawty out to Greece
+Every city that I go to, gotta link up with the street
+I'm too humble for 'em, guess that's why they thinkin' I was sweet
+[Chorus]
+Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
+We just fuck around, we don't date
+I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
+And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
+I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
+Then I took off, I ain't have no other option
+I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit
+I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Live Off My Closet[Intro: Lil Baby]
+(Who made this beat?)
+Drippin'
+(Twysted Genius, baby)
+Know what I'm sayin', drippin', know what I'm sayin'
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I can live off my closet before I go broke
+I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)
+Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
+I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)
+We in the store, she don't know which one gold
+This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
+We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
+I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I'm a hyena, since everyone G.O.A.T.'s
+Team full of shooters, pull up and they score
+I got the drop on the opp, it's a go
+I get two hundred racks every night for a show
+I know it's a blessing
+Christian Dior and Jordan 11's ('Leven)
+I just hope I can dunk into Heaven (Heaven)
+I just fucked on an actress for breakfast, I hope she ain't messy
+I just be fuckin' bitches, I don't be textin' 'em
+It ain't no in the middle, shoot the messenger
+He won't let nobody get the best of him
+Oh, you don't know Scotty? Take a Tesla
+Plus she won't let me get it in, so I left her there
+I got too many women, Baby Hefner
+I let the lil' bros keep the extra
+I used the baking soda, we was stretchin' 'em
+Making these deals, numbers come in decimals
+Or I might get bored and buy a bitch a hair salon
+I'ma pay for it, bruh, ain't never have to front
+I make a million dollars every other month
+As soon as I get done, I'ma give her some
+Not like the rest of 'em, I'm a different one
+I had to shoot back, I ain't get to run
+Can't let a fuck nigga take my mama's son
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I can live off my closet before I go broke
+I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)
+Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
+I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)
+We in the store, she don't know which one gold
+This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
+We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
+I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats
+I can live off my closet before I go broke
+I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)
+Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
+I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)
+We in the store, she don't know which one gold
+This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
+We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
+I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats
+
+[Verse 2: Future]
+Grippin' that rod and I'm breakin' that law (Yeah)
+I got too much Givenchy in the closet (Yeah)
+Count up the cash and I'm drowsy (Yeah)
+And I got more oil than a Saudi (Yeah)
+I don't know what made 'em doubt me (Yeah)
+Made a hundred M's, shouldn't doubt me (Yeah)
+I got the jeweler, the mula (Yeah)
+I go to Jerusalem, they callin' me daddy (Yeah)
+Pray to Young Pluto and kick it like judo (Yeah)
+I'm flippin' this money the fastest (Yeah)
+Bitches in love with the kid, really fuck with the kid, they gon' follow the protocol
+Go out the country, smoke on the best bud, fuck on the best whores
+Ain't no more regular diamonds
+My shit coming with a passport
+And ain't worried 'bout the card declinin' (Yeah)
+I got three mil' in cash at the Waldorf (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I done went to New York to spend at Dior (Yeah)
+I got the gas like BP (Pluto)
+Throw the party when you see the opps, nigga
+No clown shit, we send 'em six feet
+I done spent millions in CC (What up?)
+I done made millions with RiRi (Super)
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I can live off my closet before I go broke
+I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)
+Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
+I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)
+We in the store, she don't know which one gold
+This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
+We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
+I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats
+I can live off my closet before I go broke
+I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)
+Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
+I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)
+We in the store, she don't know which one gold
+This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
+We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
+I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats
+
+[Outro: Lil Baby]
+I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals
+I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals
+I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals
+I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Low Down[Intro]
+(Cook that shit up, Quay)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Go to lunch in the Jewish community (Yeah)
+I wouldn't tell on the bros with immunity (Nah)
+Playin' victim, that shit ain't gon' ruin me
+I'm the only now that outdo me
+I got hoes by the group tryna do me
+My life like a movie, get head in the water
+Don't gotta put in no work, I send orders
+This shit done got serious, them millions come plural, I'm living by morals
+We swipe 'em, ain't keepin', no Dora Explorer
+I'm young and I'm turnt, I got bitches galore
+My baby, my whip cost two-fifty, I'm splurgin'
+Got five million cash just in case of emergency
+My young niggas kill, get away, they be purgin'
+It happened like this, I ain't do it on purpose
+I'm working my move, nigga, which one of you workin'?
+I turned on my crew, bought a coupe off of verses
+I'm tired of these strippers, I'm going at nurses and doctors and dentists
+You started, I finished, I told you we with it
+My word is like gold to my city
+I tell 'em to go, they gon' get it
+I heard that you froze when they hit it
+Putting these hoes in the business, you know that you tripping
+I tell 'em no, they gon' listen
+Knowin' these niggas be sweet and some bitches, I'm different
+[Chorus]
+She tryna leave me, I'm low down
+I hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'round
+I'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profile
+All of my cars get delivered with no miles
+They think they do and we don't, I don't know how
+Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds
+I put on drip every day from the floor up
+I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah
+
+[Verse 2]
+Cullinan shot in, my driver named Solid
+I keep him on point, make sure nobody follow us
+I got a Glock with a shot that can stop a truck
+I get the money eight ways like an octopus
+No way in hell I'ma give all these choppers up
+Team full of players, ain't nobody stopping us
+He out of line, give a fuck, then we poppin' him
+Been raisin' hell, back in school, I was popular, yeah
+All of my hoes get facials, face me
+Make her my bitch too much, she lazy
+I was thinking prices too high, then I raised 'em
+Shit in my bank account gettin' outrageous
+Niggas smellin' like that, had to switch up my fragrance
+And I'm sending out shots if the fouls get flagrant
+Switch up my route to the house, had to change it
+Still with the shit, I forget that I'm famous
+[Chorus]
+She tryna leave me, I'm low down
+I hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'round
+I'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profile
+All of my cars get delivered with no miles
+They think they do and we don't, I don't know how
+Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds
+I put on drip every day from the floor up
+I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah
+She tryna leave me, I'm low down
+I hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'round
+I'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profile
+All of my cars get delivered with no miles
+They think they do and we don't, I don't know how
+Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds
+I put on drip every day from the floor up
+I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah
+
+[Outro]
+I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up
+I put on drip every day from the floor up
+I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up
+I put on drip every day3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Get Ugly[Intro: Young Scooter]
+ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
+
+[Chorus]
+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
+
+[Verse 1]
+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.
+On a Sprinter 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
+[Chorus]
+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
+
+[Verse 2]
+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
+[Chorus]
+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, yeah8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Minute[Intro]
+You dig?
+You know what I'm sayin', I'm on that 4PF shit
+You know what I'm sayin', I'm on that flooded Patek shit
+I'm on that iced out Rollie shit, you dig?
+
+[Chorus]
+Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
+Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
+I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant
+Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it
+All the cars came tinted
+All the cars came tinted
+Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
+Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
+I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant
+Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it
+All the cars came tinted
+All the cars came tinted
+
+[Verse 1]
+Hellcat, no scatpack, got a demon too
+Beamer truck with the frog eyes, nigga who is you?
+I'm gettin' money like rap dudes
+I ain't even sold a record fool
+All this money on me and it's blue
+Neighborhood 6-0 the crew
+If I don't do shit I'ma get me a check and I swear I'ma die 'bout these riches
+These bankrolls too big for these britches
+I heard that these niggas be snitches
+I can't fuck with none of these new bitches
+They can't wait to tell a nigga's business
+I'ma stay on they ass 'til I'm finished
+Run it up, it only took a minute
+Fake daps and the fake hugs, most of these niggas be some haters
+Salt don't kill players, these bitches still need favors
+I done ran this shit way up
+I can hear 'em screamin', "Wait up"
+Drippin' on 'em, I got flavor
+Lil nigga get your weight up
+[Chorus]
+Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
+Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
+I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant
+Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it
+All the cars came tinted
+All the cars came tinted
+Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
+Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
+I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant
+Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it
+All the cars came tinted
+All the cars came tinted
+
+[Verse 2]
+Percocets got me traumatized
+Nigga try me it's gon' be a homicide
+They gon' run and hide when it's gunfire
+Nigga I ain't lettin' shit slide
+They gon' patrol with me, bitch I'm a G
+I'ma make 'em fear it, respect it, or check it
+I'm one of the real ones, tunnel vision on the way to the millions
+Keep me a check, flooded Patek
+I fuck with lil shawty, I bought her a Rollie
+Pussy niggas tellin' lies, they don't know me
+The same niggas talkin' down probably owe me
+You a big dawg and I'm a big dawg but they know their motherfuckin' difference
+Pushin' pounds, LA Fitness
+I got twenty killers with me
+I'ma go all the way this year, put it on my son
+He gon' be a don, I'ma pop it 'til I'm done
+Start throwin' dubs if I run out of ones
+These niggas know how we come
+Short Dracos with the big old drum
+Run through it fast, I'ma break my thumbs, yeah
+[Chorus]
+Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
+Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
+I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant
+Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it
+All the cars came tinted
+All the cars came tinted
+Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
+Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
+I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant
+Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it
+All the cars came tinted
+All the cars came tinted
+
+[Outro]
+I'ma pop my shit, ain't gon' bite my tongue, I'ma rock my shoes
+I'ma keep my gun, I'ma rock my jewels, I'ma keep my gun2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+No Friends[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I come from a different type of cloth than these niggas
+I'ma buy a different type of car than these niggas
+Ain't gon' fuck on none of these lil' bitches, they be hittin'
+I gotta switch it up, man, I gotta move different, I'm a boss nigga
+Yeah, show them youngins how to level up
+Four Season hotel, sixty levels up
+But I'm a resident
+If you gon' do the crime, go hard, don't leave no evidence
+I got 'em all on my wave 'cause it's evident
+But where was y'all when I was lost, ain't know where to go?
+She think I'm fly, she like my pimpin', but I can't save no ho
+You only get one chance to cross me, then it's say no more
+I gotta tell 'em go
+I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball
+I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball
+And I'm still the same young hitter, used to serve y'all
+Don't ever get it twisted, my youngins really flip shit
+My youngins really flip shit, don't ever get it twisted
+'Cause I'll really flip shit
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I don't need no friends, I just wanna win
+I got this new Benz and it's all I need
+She listen to her friends, they wanna get in
+She don't understand that they'll slob on me
+If I let 'em, ain't gon' let up, I'ma keep on stridin'
+Heard they lookin' for me, I can't tell 'cause I ain't hidin'
+It don't matter if I'm frownin' 'cause my mama smilin'
+I done finally went legit, ain't no more public housing
+I gotta stay from 'round them
+[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
+I'm gon' pull up AMG like I don't know my alphabet
+Youngins ain't on Instagram but they still want a blue check
+If 12 go'n grab one more of my dawgs, I'ma sue the vet
+I thought they all wanna see me ball, they'd rather go hide the nets
+All these pointers in my watch but my Rolex ain't tellin' (Hell nah)
+Know the drank the devil but when I'm on it, feel like I'm in heaven
+In the hood shootin' dice, ask what it playin', we told him, "7"
+Used to go to church 'til I seen MC serve the reverend
+Pockets gettin' biggie, no Smalls, Faith Evans
+Wonder why she don't wanna fuck when I ain't wearin' my necklace
+They ain't picture me like this so I sent all them selfies
+Pray you don't get caught in the mix, 'cause when we slide, it's deadly
+I'ma pay her for that pussy, I won't lie, they petty
+Nine hundred on jeans, we came from wearin' Moschino
+When the paper comin' in, it'll drive you senile
+It'll drive you crazy (It'll drive you insane)
+Pray you take these lines and look back, oh, they all faded
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I don't need no friends, I just wanna win
+I got this new Benz and it's all I need
+She listen to her friends, they wanna get in
+She don't understand that they'll slob on me
+If I let 'em, ain't gon' let up, I'ma keep on stridin'
+Heard they lookin' for me, I can't tell 'cause I ain't hidin'
+It don't matter if I'm frownin' 'cause my mama smilin'
+I done finally went legit, ain't no more public housing
+I gotta stay from 'round them2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Dreams 2 Reality[Intro: Lil Baby]
+Al Geno on the track
+G just bounced back from a headshot
+Trappin' by the roadblock
+I only give until my legs out
+Been a real nigga 'til my legs stop
+Real trapper, my legs tired
+Real trapper, my legs tired
+Yeah, yeah
+
+[Chorus: NoCap]
+My life was hard, it just had to be (Yeah)
+Watch me turn my dreams to reality (Yeah)
+I'm runnin' outfield, them demons after me (Yeah)
+When I pop these Percs, I don't do it happily
+Got a little fame, all of a sudden they change
+Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name
+I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate
+Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this
+If I had never made a hit, would they be on my dick?
+I just been sittin' back and pushin' pounds, just gettin' fit
+And I got a 60 on my right wrist, I'm movin' fast like lightnin'
+These other rappers tryna bite me, your baby mama wanna bite me
+I swear to God she triflin', I pass her on 'cause I'm righteous
+I run the jungle like Tarzan, that codeine was like poison
+I cut back, I feel awesome, no playoffs but I'm ballin'
+Had a good day, I scored 40 and I ain't talkin' points
+I close my eyes, I still have flashbacks when I was in the joint
+I hit my knees, I'm thankin' God, I'm prayin' every mornin'
+I check the schedule and I'm booked up, I'm finally tourin'
+I'm goin' where I wanna go, doin' what I wanna do
+I can screw who I wanna screw, I came from nothin', I can never lose
+Turned my dreams into reality, I thought that you'd be glad for me
+I can't believe that you mad at me, damn, dawg, I'm proud of you
+My life was garbage, too, but I did what I 'posed to do
+And I went and bought the latest coupe, told my young nigga stay in school
+But he ain't listen, now he got a .45 in the kitchen with a biscuit ready to flip it
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & NoCap, NoCap, & Lil Baby]
+My life was hard, it just had to be (Had to be)
+Watch me turn my dreams to reality (Reality)
+I'm runnin' outfield, them demons after me (I feel 'em after me)
+When I pop these Percs, I don't do it happily (I don't do it happily)
+Got little fame, all of a sudden they change
+Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name
+I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate
+Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray
+
+[Verse 2: NoCap]
+Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this
+I'm on top of all these niggas, I can see when all these angels piss
+The way my nigga crossed me up, I thought his name was Chris
+Don't wanna fuck around and kill my dawg, they gon' do me like I'm Vick
+Yeah, they gon' really hate me if I sign a deal
+I'ma go buy a Wraith, crash it on purpose, blame it on the pills
+When Lil' Joe be slidin', it be look like he headed to second base
+I see the hate, it look like makeup, it's all on their face
+I can't see Fred no more so I be talkin' to his headstone
+Sometimes I wanna catch a body, but I put my head on
+Crawford finna touch down, he in the red zone
+I sure got tired of sendin' him naked pictures of my red bone
+Yeah, G just bounced right back off a headshot
+Yeah, I won't fuck that bitch if she ain't got no ass shots
+Put them choppers on the jet, we gon' air it out
+25 hundred on some trap gear, we gon weigh it out
+Too much dirty money, won't put that shit in the shower
+Even when lights out, boy, that money still bring power
+Can't serve a lot of white, but that shit look like baby powder
+Got my gun at every show, I don't care if it ain't crowded
+I barely sleep, but when I do, I just be dreamin'
+They know I came from the bottom like bikinis
+When I can't get hold to them Percs, I be fiendin'
+Why would you tell me that you love me and you don't mean it?
+[Chorus: NoCap]
+My life was hard, it just had to be (Yeah)
+Watch me turn my dreams to reality (Yeah)
+I'm runnin' outfield, them demons after me (Yeah)
+When I pop these Percs, I don't do it happily
+Got a little fame, all of a sudden they change
+Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name
+I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate
+Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray
+
+[Outro]
+Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this
+I'm on top of all these niggas, I can see when all these angels piss
+The way my nigga crossed me up, I thought his name was Chris
+Don't wanna fuck around and kill my dawg, they gon' do me like I'm Vick
+Yeah, they gon' really hate me if I sign a deal
+I'ma go buy a Range, crash it on purpose, blame it on the pills
+When Lil' Joe be slidin', it be look like he headed to second base
+I see the hate, it look like makeup, it's all on their face1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Intro[Intro]
+Know I'm sayin'?
+This that new wave shit, know what I'm sayin'? (Ya dig)
+Man, this that new wave shit, ya dig? (4 Pockets Full)
+Know what I'm sayin'? Watch them eat this one up (know what I'm saying?)
+Okay
+Free the gang
+
+[Verse]
+I'm smoking loud this that moonrock
+They tryna sue me cause I'm gettin' paper
+I dropped out of school didn't get no education
+My momma, she happy 'cause I finally made it
+She living better, her house big as fuck
+Buy her a Bentayga Bentley truck
+With a AP today, tomorrow switch it up
+Honeycomb diamonds VVS's cuttin'
+Standing on stage, I really came from nothing
+I took me a break, don't mean I'm getting rusty
+I'm gaining this weight they say I'm getting husky
+I stand on front line I'm all about the fuckery
+I go where I want, nobody better not fuck with me
+Extended the glizzy shoot it 'til it's empty
+I come from the projects jumping over fences
+I found me a plug and went and made a killing
+I think we in love we should just have some children
+Them narcs I been sipping got to have me trippin'
+I didn’t come to play I had to reinvent me
+I handled my business now I'm worth some millions
+Remember the safe deposit box was empty
+Them niggas weren't fucking with me they weren't friendly
+If you weren't with me then, you ain't seeing him with me
+We like Kanye and K, you like Bobby and Whitney
+Real dope boy I ain't nothing' like the weirdos
+Never seen me putting on the weird clothes
+It cost a lil' more when it's real gold
+We already up keep the field goal
+Remember that day that I had lost all that cake
+I had to go in the safe
+I had to get me a pot and cook that shit up
+Had 'em calling me Quay
+I had got that shit back in like twenty-some-days
+Ain’t no chump change, I’m talkin' bout' 500k
+I went straight to the lot and went bought me a wraith
+Ain't no more being humble put it in they face
+I won't feed in the drama I'm loving the hate
+But one thing for sure, Lil Baby go crazy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Boss Bitch[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
+I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all
+Don't know how to play but I ball
+Stacking that money up make it tall
+Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
+Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss
+My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
+Rocking designer I'm dripping in sauce
+All of my diamonds real so they cost
+You know it costs to live like this
+I got a bad lil boss bitch
+Too many diamonds, camera glitch
+Yeah I'm shining, I'm frostbit
+Ain't got to tell them they know that I'm rich
+I got a sack like I run the blitz
+Ice cold like I got on mitts
+Ice cream I look like a lick
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I made a hunnid in two days
+Neighbour trippin' cause I keep the door swangin'
+I drop a mixtape today, they gon' be thinking I got me a ghostwriter
+AMG on the floor like a low rider
+Having rich arguments my whole problem
+Running money up I don't see nobody
+Buying lawyers for bro 'cause them folks got 'em
+Tennis chains on fleek, I could wear a new piece every week
+Me and my diamonds all on pee, point
+Ask about me, I dug deep for 'em
+Hit the bitch Curry, three-point
+I can't hit them all so I Pikachu
+I don't text 'em I just stick and move
+Fresh pair of Loubs
+[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
+I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all
+Don't know how to play but I ball
+Stacking that money up make it tall
+Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
+Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss
+My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
+Rocking designer I'm dripping in sauce
+All of my diamonds real so they cost
+You know it costs to live like this
+I got a bad lil boss bitch
+Too many diamonds, camera glitch
+Yeah I'm shining, I'm frostbit
+Ain't got to tell them they know that I'm rich
+I got a sack like I run the blitz
+Ice cold like I got on mitts
+Ice cream I look like a lick
+
+[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
+Forty pointers that's a waffle cone
+Ice cubes on my neck like my styrofoam
+Drip, dripping like they left the shower on
+Them ain't real, them diamonds are rhinestones
+I'm straight I got the iron now
+Too many hoes bought another phone
+I apologize, AP honeycomb
+Shorty walking round with like three hunnid on
+Baby vanilla, my rose gold match the Gucci with rose petal
+Trapper of the year I need a gold medal
+You know the water make the pussy get wetter
+Ooh, can't name a nigga that do it better
+I got too many hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner
+Different foreign bitches, I'ma put 'em together
+Yeah they know I'm a trendsetter
+[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
+I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all
+Don't know how to play but I ball
+Stacking that money up make it tall
+Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
+Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss
+My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
+Rocking designer I'm dripping in sauce
+All of my diamonds real so they cost
+You know it costs to live like this
+I got a bad lil boss bitch
+Too many diamonds, camera glitch
+Yeah I'm shining, I'm frostbit
+Ain't got to tell them they know that I'm rich
+I got a sack like I run the blitz
+Ice cold like I got on mitts
+Ice cream I look like a lick6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Same Thing[Intro: Lil Juice]
+(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I been the type of guy she like since middle school
+Never thought that I'd get famous, always know that I'd be cool
+Could've been fucked on shawty, I just didn't wanna be rude
+Eliantte diamonds, I want the finest for your jewels
+And my hitter 'dem be slidin', don't put cameras on my crew
+I ain't doin' too bad, I'm somebody, you can Google me
+I ain't never worried 'bout what they say that they gon' to do me
+I just put in overtime, I'm doin' numbers like it's two of me
+That was back then, times change, this a newer me
+Money conversations at the table, I speak fluently
+Stay away from bad vibes, I can't see no nigga doing me
+Still give a couple thousand, even though she would of did it free
+They don't treat me like no rapper 'cause my vibe like I'm in the streets
+I'm one of the top five, it ain't too many guys as real as me
+I barely get sleep, I'm tryna make sure everybody eats
+Took a trip to overseas, I'm buyin' drip in other currencies
+I'm on fire right now, and it ain't somethin' that's just currently
+And a bitch told a lie if she told you she was curvin' me
+And we all big dawgs, ain't gon' let my people work for me
+911, we got a problem, it's an emergency, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+I heard that crime pays (Uh)
+They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain jane
+No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing
+Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain
+Hop off a plane, pick up a check, then do the same thing
+I heard that crime pays
+They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain jane
+No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing
+Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain
+Hop off a plane, pick up a check, then do the same thing
+[Verse 2]
+Lately, I been diggin' your vibe
+I can tell by the look in your eyes
+That you need to get some shit off your mind
+I give you my time, give you jets in the sky
+Have you runnin' 'round in laps for me
+I perform, when I'm done, you should clap for me
+You got problems on your head, you can chat with me
+Have you runnin' around the globe chasing racks with me
+M's in plastic, sometimes I'm sarcastic
+I just like to hear laughter, tryna ease all this pain
+Took off fast, I know they hate how I passed 'em
+Don't gotta be in the grave, they throwin' dirt on your name, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+I heard that crime pays, uh
+They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain jane
+No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing
+Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain
+Hop off a plane, pick up a check, then do the same thing
+I heard that crime pays
+They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain jane
+No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing
+Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain
+Hop off a plane, pick up a check, then do the same thing4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bank[Intro]
+(Run that back, Turbo)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
+I drank this shit by the pint
+If we leave then we fucking tonight
+Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
+I can't do this the rest of my life
+Free the bros down the road doing life
+Trying to sleep every night with a knife
+Know it's hard but you gotta survive
+Man they got twenty deep on the flight
+Going wherever we like
+You can go with us too if you like
+I'm on top and I'm hot it feel nice
+Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
+Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
+In the clouds, we balling like Mike, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Soon as I get my money I'm gon' blow it
+Fuck that, I'ma take mine and put it up
+I got some foreign baddies in my DM they hitting me up
+They trying to get on the plane today and come eat me up
+She had the firest brain that I ever had
+I gave her everything that I never had
+I'm going next level on some more shit
+These niggas dead broke on some hoe shit
+Running that money up 'til I get tired
+He said I wouldn't make it he lied
+The codeine be all in my eyes
+I'm doing that shit for the guys
+She looked at my side like 'Who is that guy?'
+That's my lil' brother G5
+They call him Stephen, I call him Curry
+That nigga shoot out your eye
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
+I drank this shit by the pint
+If we leave then we fucking tonight
+Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
+I can't do this the rest of my life
+Free the bros down the road doing life
+Trying to sleep every night with a knife
+Know it's hard but you gotta survive
+Man they got twenty deep on the flight
+Going wherever we like
+You can go with us too if you like
+I'm on top and I'm hot it feel nice
+Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
+Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
+In the clouds we balling like Mike (yeh)
+
+[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
+Residue on me I'm fresh out the trap (Bando)
+I gotta dust off my lap
+I keep the ratchet like baps
+Hundred round shots in the scrap
+I'm on their face like a slap
+You think you know me you jap (Lingo)
+I hit your bitch you was wide open
+I'm in her stomach like cramps
+(Yeah, what'd you do? How'd you do it?)
+Soon as I got my money I ran through it
+(I fucked up some commas)
+I couldn't believe I saved some, I thought I blew it
+(I thought it was all gone)
+I just downed a whole pint, I'm under the influence
+Then I popped an Adderall to give me endurance
+I'm up I cannot get tired, your bitch on molly, she wired
+Tossed her with Moneybagg Myers
+Plenty chains, clang clang, 50k plain Jane
+Go get some money quit saying you can't
+They thought I was born in the vault of the bank
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
+I drank this shit by the pint
+If we leave then we fucking tonight
+Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
+I can't do this the rest of my life
+Free the bros down the road doing life
+Trying to sleep every night with a knife
+Know it's hard but you gotta survive
+Man they got twenty deep on the flight
+Going wherever we like
+You can go with us too if you like
+I'm on top and I'm hot it feel nice
+Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
+Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
+In the clouds we balling like Mike (yeh)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Exotic[Intro: Lil Baby]
+Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
+If 12 get behind me, I'ma smash it
+That Z06 so fast, hope I don't crash it
+Need another load, I sold my last brick
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Exotic my cars and my broads and my reefer, yeah
+They say it's cheaper to keep her, yeah
+Fuck it, I'm rich so I left her
+Shout out the plug, let me keep all the extra, yeah
+I just pulled up in a Tesla, yeah
+Pour me a four pop of 'Tussin, yeah
+Forty pointers in my necklace
+Fuck her and dip, ain't got no time for no breakfast, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I'm buildin' shit up like Tetris, yeah
+I get the money invested, yeah
+I get the pack from the West End, yeah
+I send a pack to the West End, yeah
+It's drippin', it's rare, you can't catch it, yeah
+Servin' raw and fuck the Alphabet Boys
+Quarter million, bought a couple of toys
+Neighbors trippin', Demon make too much noise
+Fifty racks every week off of shows
+Movin' cautious like I'm still on parole
+I can't fuck with bitches who be doin' the most
+Screamin' fuck the system 'til they free all the bros
+Shoot a thousand, bet a thousand a roll
+If it ain't a thousand, man, that shit ain't no load
+Country boys say they lovin' the road
+You know me, I'm tryna serve 'em they dope
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Exotic my cars and my broads and my reefer, yeah
+They say it's cheaper to keep her, yeah
+Fuck it, I'm rich so I left her
+Shout out the plug, let me keep all the extra, yeah
+I just pulled up in a Tesla, yeah
+Pour me a four pop of 'Tussin, yeah
+Forty pointers in my necklace
+Fuck her and dip, ain't got no time for no breakfast
+
+[Verse 2: Starlito]
+Ridin' around with cuz, he got the L's for the straps
+Three cell phones in my lap
+I'm well known in the trap
+Yeah, you know me, yeah, I used to sell your homies a set
+Tell my hoes to relax
+These niggas police, that's facts
+Shots fired, I fleet in a foreign
+Do he got a warrant?
+My lawyer gon' see you in the morning, Lito ain't goin'
+He got that heater when he be performin'
+It's a 4 in that liter he pourin'
+Baby nem sip like I used to
+Love to shoot dice and I do too
+Play with my life, I'ma shoot you
+I'm way outta town with a pack in a rental
+When I ain't rappin', they send 'em
+Grindin' up half of a chicken
+They catchin' cases, it's all gon' half from a twinner, midget
+I rap what I'm livin'
+Last whip, I wrecked it and I left it
+Fuck it, I'm still livin' reckless
+Told my lil' bitch that she selfish
+Call up your bestie, I'm tired of fuckin' you separate
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Exotic my cars and my broads and my reefer, yeah
+They say it's cheaper to keep her, yeah
+Fuck it, I'm rich so I left her
+Shout out the plug, let me keep all the extra, yeah
+I just pulled up in a Tesla, yeah
+Pour me a four pop of 'Tussin, yeah
+Forty pointers in my necklace
+Fuck her and dip, ain't got no time for no breakfast2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Money[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+Four Pockets Full yeah, Four Pockets Full yeah
+Four Pockets Full yeah, Four Pockets Full yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Faded, I'm on that sizzurp
+Then I'ma light my spliff up
+I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups
+On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up
+I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up
+Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up
+No deer but a nigga got big bucks
+Stayed down on my grind and I came up
+
+[Verse 1]
+Bitch I don't milly rock, I get the money
+I got two bitches with me tryna jump me
+Remember them old heads wouldn't front me
+I'm shittin' on 'em, got 'em holdin' they stomach
+That paper on me, gettin' it in by the bundle
+The things they dream about a nigga done done it
+Them bitches was stiff on the kid, they was frontin'
+Now I'm stickin' dick all in they stomach
+Drip season nigga, shout out to Gunna
+No pussy in me but they know how I'm comin'
+Drop a bag and he'll be dead in the morning
+Headshots, I ain't sending no warnings
+We don't shoot at houses, we hit a target
+They  know I'm throwed off, they see I'm a target
+No back and forth, we ain't doin' no walkin'
+I stand on my words, I ain't doin' no barkin'
+[Chorus]
+Faded, I'm on that sizzurp
+Then I'ma light my spliff up
+I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups
+On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up
+I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up
+Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up
+No deer but a nigga got big bucks
+Stayed down on my grind and I came up
+
+[Verse 2]
+Came up on them niggas, didn't it
+Hundred racks on me, I'ma spend it
+This ain't Lacoste, nigga this Givenchy
+Thousand pounds, me and Ced split it
+Free Lil Steve, screamin' fuck the system
+Dog I ain't know that was your sister
+If I knew I still woulda hit her
+Goin' crazy on them niggas, woah
+Got the streets in a figure four
+Your baby mama got a deep throat
+I ain't kiddin', I don't tell jokes
+Who want beef, I want all the smoke
+I'm ballin' on these niggas, check the score
+Flexin' on the Gram with your bro
+Your bitch told me everything I know
+Diss me nigga, you gon' get exposed
+[Chorus]
+Faded, I'm on that sizzurp
+Then I'ma light my spliff up
+I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups
+On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up
+I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up
+Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up
+No deer but a nigga got big bucks
+Stayed down on my grind and I came up
+
+[Outro]
+Came up, came up on them niggas
+I got digits, I got commas, I got figures
+We got sticks, we got choppers, we got MACs
+We ain't goin' for that2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m Straight[Intro]
+Yeah
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+I look up, I see I got bout seven rides in the streets
+Know what I'm saying?
+Living life to the fullest, you know what I'm saying?
+
+[Chorus]
+Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great (I'm straight)
+I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
+I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit
+So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit
+Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb
+I'm sippin' act', and that some real deal, do you want some?
+Same ones tryin' run with the clique
+Be the same ones that throwing salt on the clique
+Main reason why I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gon' say shit
+
+[Verse 1]
+I asked you about it, you lied
+You asked me about it, I kept it one hundred, I'm nothin' like these other guys
+I really spent two thousand on kicks and only wear 'em one time
+Something about a nigga mind frame
+Diamonds doing jumpin'-jacks in the AP, I can make the time change
+Two hundred hoes in my call log and I ain't got not a name saved
+Took her out the hood, put her on the drip, now I got her rockin' name brand
+Me and Ced had two different spots, we usually around the corner doin' the same thing
+Everywhere I go my chains hang, free the bros out the chain gang
+New Maybach cost 230, I don't even get my shoes dirty
+I don't even sleep when I get tired, you can see the Adderall in my eyes
+Tiger said he got the drop on the opps
+Fuck it slide and shoot up the block
+Niggas know how we come through
+G5 out the sunroof
+[Chorus]
+Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great (I'm straight)
+I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
+I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit
+So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit
+Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb
+I'm sippin' act', and that some real deal, do you want some?
+Same ones tryin' run with the clique
+Be the same ones that throwing salt on the clique
+Main reason why I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gon' say shit
+
+[Verse 2]
+We use trap out my mom house, turn the condo to a hideout
+We can't be fuckin' at my house, niggas be runnin' they damn mouth
+Walk down on them broad daylight, it ain't no fun in no drive-by
+I'm cool on the love and the high-fives
+You niggas can't keep up with my guys
+You can't get all this drip in a lifetime
+I got out and ran it up at the right time
+We got Dracos whenever it's nighttime
+We ain't ever gonna stop at the stop sign
+Went to Wafi, I told 'em I want to shine
+Then the coupe quarter million, they wiped me down
+I'm running this town, everything I say facts niggas can't take that
+New Lamborghini 18'
+Only thing I do is make cream, I don't why these niggas hating
+Only thing I do is drink lean, rest in peace to Fredo Santana
+I just keep on buying all these Fantas
+I don't want to go out like that, only thing I know is get racks
+[Chorus]
+Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great (I'm straight)
+I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
+I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit
+So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit
+Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb
+I'm sippin' act', and that some real deal, do you want some?
+Same ones tryin' run with the clique
+Be the same ones that throwing salt on the clique
+Main reason why I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gon' say shit5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Drip[Chorus]
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+I came from rags to riches
+I fuck the baddest bitches
+I came from rags to riches
+I fuck the baddest bitches
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+I came from rags to riches
+I fuck the baddest bitches
+I came from rags to riches
+I fuck the baddest bitches
+
+[Verse 1]
+Plug talk, I can put you on
+Hundred bags of gas, get 'em gone
+Made a couple digits off a phone
+Diss me, I won't put you in a song
+All my youngins put in work
+They gon' put you on a shirt
+The last nigga got murked
+I prayed about it at church
+All I think about is drinkin' syrup
+I been gettin' faded, poppin' percs
+All my diamonds water, you can surf
+Porsche 911, it's a vert
+Oh they doin' that, I did it first
+Fuck you give me ten for a verse
+Nightmares, I'm gon' be the worst
+All my problems put 'em in a hearse
+Fuck her good, buy that bitch a purse
+Eat the pussy, blame it on the perc
+Nigga you was rappin', you a jerk
+I was really trappin', nigga servin'
+Quarter million, put it in the air
+Grover called me, told me that it's there
+Rich nigga rockin' Moncler
+Change of plans, I ain't playin' fair
+[Chorus]
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+I came from rags to riches
+I fuck the baddest bitches
+I came from rags to riches
+I fuck the baddest bitches
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+I came from rags to riches
+I fuck the baddest bitches
+I came from rags to riches
+I fuck the baddest bitches
+
+[Verse 2]
+Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy
+I rock Givenchy, I do this shit for a living
+The narcs in the hood, they been trippin'
+All in my business, so all my rental cars tinted
+Boy I ain't been broke in a minute, I swear I been gettin' it
+Still sendin' packs to the prison
+Run the money all the way up, wonderful feeling
+Bust down Rollies came from scratch
+Catch a nigga slipping, do him bad
+Take a nigga's shit, won't give it back
+Half a bag, get a nigga whacked
+Wreck the Masi, go and get a Jag
+Hellcat goin' real fast
+Fuck 12, I ain't goin' back
+Do it for the shit I never had
+Niggas droppin' salt 'cause they mad
+They don't wanna see me with a bag
+A lot of times I just wanna spazz
+But I fall back and just laugh
+I won't let you trick me out my spot
+Niggas having pressure 'bout a thot
+These bitches lovin' the crew
+We take 'em down by the two
+[Chorus]
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+I came from rags to riches
+I fuck the baddest bitches
+I came from rags to riches
+I fuck the baddest bitches
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
+I came from rags to riches
+I fuck the baddest bitches
+I came from rags to riches
+I fuck the baddest bitches3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Consistent[Intro]
+(Cook that shit up, Quay)
+
+[Verse 1]
+This ain't the vibe that I need
+Stop the beat, G5 free
+I be spendin' racks in these jeans
+I'm too real, fuck is y'all mean?
+I ain't have to sell you no dream
+I said what it was, you didn't believe me
+You be the cake and I be the cream
+Now I look up and then she was leaving
+I'm on the way, cannot be late
+Speedin' through traffic like I'm in a race
+I wanted it now, she want me to wait
+I'm one of a kind, so you gotta taste it
+Granddad died, knew I would make it
+I'm a real one, you can't fake that
+Most of my niggas still be takin'
+I got rich, this shit still don't faze me
+You only get one call, I can't chase 'em
+Might take one shot, a lil' chaser
+Stayin' up now for us to fuck later
+Mama used to tell me times would get greater
+Cartier diamonds blockin' these haters
+Dior drip, shit gettin' tapered
+I just spent a Bentley truck with lil' Tatum
+Favor for favor, nigga, I don't pay them
+Get off my dick, nigga, we don't play them, yeah
+Look like it, we don't stay here
+Makin' half a million dollar plays, juggs
+Still chunkin' up neighborhoods
+Grass cut, sure the neighbors good
+My partner's mama know I'm really hustlin'
+If the spot hot, we invade houses
+We got kicked out, go in they house, yeah
+[Pre-Chorus]
+It was hot and it was dark and I had thought of ending it all
+Then the sun had came out and I looked up and I seen God
+Ain't gon' lie like it was easy, it's the truth, this shit been hard
+I done finally got an award, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up)
+Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please)
+At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin')
+Never off, be consistent (Huh)
+Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah)
+Handle the business, don't mention
+I ain't even have a pot to piss in
+Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid
+Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up)
+Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please)
+At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin')
+Never off, be consistent (Huh)
+Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah)
+Handle the business, don't mention
+I ain't even have a pot to piss in
+Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid
+
+[Verse 2]
+My cars come with stars and kits
+None of my kids gon' starve for shit
+You weren't even here when I started this
+All the drugs I sold, all the shit I took
+I done seen so much, I can write a book
+Ain't stuntin' that ho, I can buy that look
+Clothes off, how your body look?
+I been 'bout business, I'm still a crook
+I get in my mode, they all be shook
+Said that's your bro, y'all all get pushed
+You was in the house on punishment
+I was in the hood sellin' strong ass kush
+Your cuz came through with that Reggie Bush
+Give me style and credit for all his looks
+Sold-out shows in the DMV
+Now Shaquille O'Neal can't lil' boy me
+[Pre-Chorus]
+Had some dirt off in my diamonds, had to brush it off
+I was 'posed to be somewhere workin', I'm somewhere fuckin' off
+I get checks in by the contract like I'm playin' ball
+I been hanging 'round some millionaires, it's safe to say it's rubbin' off
+
+[Chorus]
+Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up)
+Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please)
+At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin')
+Never off, be consistent (Huh)
+Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah)
+Handle the business, don't mention
+I ain't even have a pot to piss in
+Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid
+Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up)
+Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please)
+At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin')
+Never off, be consistent (Huh)
+Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah)
+Handle the business, don't mention
+I ain't even have a pot to piss in
+Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Solid[Intro]
+Mmm
+Mmm-mmm
+Yeah, fuck it, let me pop my shit one time
+
+[Chorus]
+Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
+I done been too solid, something got to give (Yeah, yeah)
+Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
+Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
+They thought it was rap cap and I told ’em that I got a mil'
+You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal
+My lil�� woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill
+And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills
+
+[Verse 1]
+One hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blicky
+I'ma be forever gang but smart enough to keep my distance
+Product of the real trenches, that's why I wear a trench coat
+Damn near fucked my life gamblin', bet it all on ten-to-four
+Rap get slow, I'm sellin' loads, can't get caught with no skinny ho
+Can’t get caught with no ho at all, bitch, don’t slam my door that hard
+I pull up like, "Oh my Lawd," she gon' shop, she hold my card
+Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin’ off
+If you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short
+I done took the game, put it in a lock, I ain't even try
+Lookin' like a lick, tryna play slick, nigga, you'll die
+Comin’ from the bricks, I ain't had shit, now the new Coupe 125
+Yeah
+[Chorus]
+Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
+I done been too solid, something got to give (Ah, ah)
+Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
+Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 2]
+Do it for my family, my fans, fuck how niggas feel
+Told 'em it was my turn, I'm guessing that time's here
+Skeleton my Cartier, makin' sure my time pure
+If you were not here when we was thuggin', you can't come 'round here
+Hard work, my grind real, I'm dedicated to get this paper
+He okay, he's been a hater, I don't know why he mad at me
+I won't let the youngins take him off, and now he mad at me
+He better be lucky that I ain't out here just bad rappin'
+High speed, gettin' in low gear, streets taught me have no fear
+I invested in the West, their niggas know I've sold my dope there
+Pretty pussy, no hair, she don't like when I put it in my song
+So I can't go there, but she know I like to go there
+
+[Chorus]
+Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
+I done been too solid, something got to give (Yeah, yeah)
+Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
+Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
+They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'
+You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal
+My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill
+And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills
+[Outro]
+What's happenin', Chi Chi?3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ride My Wave[Intro]
+Run that money counter baby
+
+[Chorus]
+Last night I didn't come home, my bitch probably think I was cheating
+She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low
+Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
+Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich
+
+
+[Verse 1]
+They tryna ride my wave, I had to switch it up
+They tryna ride in my lane, I had to buck a left
+I had to cut off my feet to save myself
+Stayed down and went and raised my wealth
+We was waitin' on the mailman, we had to track it, he had the package
+Soon as we get it the pack in, 30 minutes later racks in
+Thousand dollar belt for my pants
+Ridin' round beating I'm the man
+I can get them bags on demand
+Count the money fast with my hands
+Shooters they gon' shoot on my command
+Got these bands dawg
+Hope out and go get it forreal, I went and got it forreal
+They tryna tell me to chill, this just the way that I live
+I be on syrup forreal, I just keep buyin' these seals
+I know I'm never gon' squeal, give a damn how they feel
+Baby Jace, sitting next to me on the roads to riches
+Lil Dee, sittin' next to me on the road to riches
+DT ridin' shotgun on the road to riches
+They tryna ride my wave, they tryna ride my wave
+[Chorus]
+Last night I didn't come home my bitch probably think I was cheating
+She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low
+Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
+Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich
+Last night I didn't come home my bitch probably think I was cheating
+She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low
+Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
+Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich
+
+
+[Verse 2]
+I just got a call from my dawg he just came home
+Told me that he got out on his dick so I'ma put him on
+Couple niggas talkin' flaw, they all sing the same songs
+Get a nigga left on the yard for a cellphone
+I got some young niggas ready to crash out
+I had a thousand pounds at the stash spot
+And I'ma hold it down for the havenots
+I still remember times I ain't have nothing
+I ain't no greedy nigga you can have some
+All of my niggas eatin' go and ask 'em
+They don't want no smoke they got asthma
+Bitch I'm a street nigga I ain't no rapper
+They should put me on a runway, drippin' like a sundae
+Make yo bitch see how this dick taste, a million off a mixtape
+Niggas hate but I just dictate
+I control the shots
+Boy I control the block
+Boy I control that rock
+You gon' need a way bigger surfboard
+Got allot of money but I want more
+Go and get that paper ain't have no choice
+My son gon' be a boss cause he's my first born
+[Chorus]
+Last night I didn't come my bitch probably think I was cheating
+She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low
+Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
+Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich
+Last night I didn't come my bitch probably think I was cheating
+She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low
+Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
+Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers richEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Right Now[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I can't wait around for nobody, I need it right now
+I might buy that car if it make the right sound
+Solitaire earrings bling blingin' from a mile away
+I can't do what she want me to do, she tryna take my child away
+I think my past tryna haunt me (Haunt me)
+What do everybody want from me?
+What do everybody want from me?
+What do everybody want from me? (From me)
+I gotta give it to 'em, if I don't
+I might go to the hood, I'll make a song
+Turn the trap spot to the studio
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I'm tryna make a way for my folks
+Seein' how I'm Oakland City only hope
+I gotta get it, I ain't got time to play
+Ain't got no time to waste
+I've been havin' nightmares about goin' back to jail, so I wake up
+Drankin' all this lean, poppin' Adderall so I can stay up
+Niggas that I used to love actin' like they're mad 'cause I got my cake up
+Ain't gon' never let it get to a nigga, keep on grindin', tryna get another million
+Condo on Peachtree, I paid the rent for the closet
+They just wanna talk about my past, they don't wanna accept the fact that I'm a boss
+Everything I wanted, I'ma go and get it, I ain't trippin' 'bout a cost, yeah
+Everybody want a piece of the winnings, they're never there when you're lost
+Seen my main man try to cross me, I'm tryna pass it down to my offspring
+All these hoes see me flossing, seen my first mil', felt awesome
+They can't follow me, I lost 'em
+Had to boss up, so I bossed up
+Now I'm bossed up
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I can't wait around for nobody, I need it right now
+I might buy that car if it make the right sound
+Solitaire earrings bling blingin' from a mile away
+I can't do what she want me to do, she tryna take my child away
+I think my past tryna haunt me (Haunt me)
+What do everybody want from me?
+What do everybody want from me?
+What do everybody want from me? (From me)
+I gotta give it to 'em, if I don't
+I might go to the hood, I'll make a song
+Turn the trap spot to the studio
+
+[Verse 2: Young Thug]
+She gotta be piped up to feel my emphasis
+She hot, yeah, she sizzlin'
+But can't love her more than a studio
+Serena and Venus, yeah most of my chains tennis
+So I wore it all to the studio (Studio)
+My baby mama got pregnant, had to buy a bitch a car to get an abortion
+She just wanna see tears and sad faces on my shorty
+But I can't get mad, that's the way it go when you're fortunate
+Leave a million cash in the street, nigga better not touch it (On God)
+Act like they came to lay hands so their trust don't get busted (No cap)
+Straight from Mossberg to Hillsborough
+Birds, bless the J's on that cizzurb
+Ridin' in the Lambo that the lil' kids say "Bingo" to
+My last two years were the worst ones in my career, but I'm still rich as you
+Disneyland's where your kids go, on a private jet when I'm into you (When I'm into you)
+Them lil' bitches that be hatin' need to pipe down (Pipe down)
+[Chorus: Lil Baby with Young Thug]
+I can't wait around for nobody, I need it right now
+I might buy that car if it make the right sound
+Solitaire earrings bling blingin' from a mile away
+I can't do what she want me to do, she tryna take my child away
+I think my past tryna haunt me (Haunt me)
+What do everybody want from me?
+What do everybody want from me?
+What do everybody want from me? (From me)
+I gotta give it to 'em, if I don't
+I might go to the hood, I'll make a song
+Turn the trap spot to the studio4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Trap Star[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+I'ma keep going
+I'ma keep on going-oing-oing-oing-oing
+I'ma keep on going-oing-oing-oing-oing
+Yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk
+2018, it came with auto-park
+Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemars
+Never leave my niggas, I love all of y'all
+Takin' all these drugs like I'm a rockstar
+Hi-Tech and that Act, I don't drink Wockhardt
+I didn't have a car, I used to walk far
+Now I'm standing on the stage like I'm a rockstar
+
+[Verse 1]
+Whole milly in my safe, could've went and bought a Wraith
+I decided I should wait, movin' niggas out the way
+Free Tay-K, I beat the case
+Got a bank account with Chase
+Half a million in my safe
+Swear I'm on my way
+Screamin' free Kevin Gates
+I go and get it by any means
+Rockin' red bottoms with Amiri jeans
+Pop a percocet, take a sip of lean
+I bought real diamonds for the whole team
+I been gettin' money since thirteen
+I been grinding hard, stayin' lowkey
+Sellin' whole bags of the OG
+Get you knocked off for a low fee
+Diamonds hittin' hard, no lights needed
+Run it up fast like light speed
+Runnin' up the cost in a white tee
+I don't go on dates, we fuckin' right now
+Make 'em treat me like a king, I got 'em bowing down
+[Chorus]
+They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk
+2018, it came with auto-park
+Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemars
+Never leave my niggas, I love all of y'all
+Takin' all these drugs like I'm a rockstar
+Hi-Tech and that Act, I don't drink Wockhardt
+I didn't have a car, I used to walk far
+Now I'm standing on the stage like I'm a rockstar
+
+[Verse 2]
+Rockstar status me
+My last bitch abandoned me
+We could've had a family
+That shit made a man of me
+I got niggas mad at me
+Niggas I ain't never seen
+I don't drink green lean
+I fell in love with codeine
+Jumpin' on the stage, look at the crowd, I got 'em goin' wild
+Only rock the latest, they all on me, checkin' out my style
+Chain gang, sittin' in the cell I had my first child
+Mama tried to keep me in the house but I was runnin' wild
+Sellin' nicks and dimes to the fiends at the West End Mall
+Come through in a brand new Hellcat, I had 'em hatin' hard
+You ain't got no haters you ain't poppin', keep 'em on they job
+Came up in the trenches with them hustlers, I ain't have no job
+[Chorus]
+They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk
+2018, it came with auto-park
+Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemars
+Never leave my niggas , I love all of y'all
+Takin' all these drugs like I'm a rockstar
+Hi-Tech and that Act, I don't drink Wockhardt
+I didn't have a car, I used to walk far
+Now I'm standing on the stage like I'm a rockstar
+
+[Outro]
+Standing on the stage like I'm a rockstar
+Standing on the stage like I'm a rockstar
+Standing on the stage like I'm a rockstar
+I don't go on dates, we fuckin' right now
+Bitch never forget that I'm a trap star
+I'm a trap star
+I'm a trap star
+I'm a trap starEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hurtin[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+What's the chances that you'd make it from the bottom?
+Let's go
+
+[Verse 1]
+Gotta beat the odds, I'm tryna blend in (Blend)
+Hit that boy so many times, he made CNN
+Fear of God pants, I don't fear men
+Pull up in an old-school, the fifty in the rear end, big dawg
+Takin' chances, gettin' packs, and tryna get 'em back
+I watched the law take my bro, I'm tryna get him back
+I pray to God that I don't have to get nobody whacked
+Ain't gettin' into that, I try to tell 'em facts
+
+[Chorus]
+What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
+And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
+What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
+And your two main men catch a body
+
+[Verse 2]
+I got it the worstest, I ain't have to rehearse this
+Made me who I am, I'm gettin' bands, I'm breakin' curses
+Trap spot do six figures, still got sheets for curtains
+Excuse me as I go off, have flashbacks in my verses, I'm tellin' you
+I done put my heart inside a box and tried to sell it to 'em
+Beefin' with my partners, do a nigga like I never knew him
+Fucked around and seen her with a nigga, I woulda never knew it
+Always talkin' 'bout what I'm gon' do, but I don't ever do it, yeah
+Beefin' with myself
+Keep pourin' that syrup up, knowin' it don't help (No)
+It's like I got money to please everybody else
+They act like they with you, but I'm knowin' they don't care
+They in it for self (Yeah), I got it for sale if it's rollin' (Rollin')
+I got out of jail and I showed 'em (Showed 'em)
+Couple bitches know they wish they would've held it down
+It feel like they build me up, try to tear me down
+[Chorus]
+What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
+And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
+What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
+And your two main men catch a body
+
+[Verse 3]
+I gotta stay solid
+I grew up 'round dope boys, I don't need no stylist
+I got grown man money, can't be actin' childish (No childish)
+I've been through too much shit, barely even smile (Huh?)
+Sippin' on this red, I wish bro was with me now (Now)
+It was time that we'll go broke, we'll pick a play and take 'em down
+Kick me when I'm down, when I get up, I'll prolly shit on you
+I can't even lie, I'll prolly see 'em, I just spit on them
+These pieces I got lit on me, this piece I got gon' hit on men
+I ain't ever did no fraud, but I'm known for pullin' cards
+Ask about me in my neighborhood, I'm known for goin' hard
+I've been bustin' on that glizzy ever since I had got robbed (Bah-bah, bah-bah)
+I done really beat the odds
+
+[Chorus]
+What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
+And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
+What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
+And your two main men catch a body
+What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
+And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
+What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
+And your two main men catch a body
+[Outro]
+I got it the worstest2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Chastised[Intro]
+Al Geno on the track
+Niggas having undercover pressure 'bout bitches
+Let a nigga know if it’s smoke
+
+[Verse 1]
+I was sittin' in jail, I was in penitentiary
+I done seen the gangsta niggas turn bitches
+I'ma answer calls, I don’t like bitches
+She'll still pull up on a nigga and kick it
+I ain't gon' lie, we talked about this
+I always knew that I would be rich
+Shawty, she cry like I'm buyin' tears
+She done kept it gangsta all these years
+Used to write the bitch, she ain't write back
+Now I'm on top, she don’t like that
+I don’t think about it, had to let 'em know that
+She can die tomorrow, I prolly wouldn’t notice
+Try to hold me down, I gotta stay focused
+Go and get the money, bust the safe open
+Stay away from broads, I gotta stay low
+Rest in peace my dawg, he got a halo (Yeah)
+
+[Chorus]
+Play with me, you gon' get chastised
+Free the bros down the road doin' real time
+All the homies, they call it the red line
+He gon' only pull up when they say it’s time
+Play with me, you gon' get chastised
+Free the bros down the road doin' real time
+All the homies, they call it the red line
+He gon' only pull up when they say it's time
+[Verse 2]
+Ain't got no patience for bullshit
+I kill 'em all dead, ain't gone play with nobody
+Lil' homie thuggin', he 13
+Like a slim bitch, he just want him a body
+No one went to the league, but we all ball
+Make sure everyone eat, I don't ball hog
+Swear it's somethin' 'bout the hood that make my heart beat
+Do a show and fly right back to spark street
+Been dead broke, that's what scarred me
+Watchin' niggas hustle, that's what taught me
+They was tryna leave me by the garbage
+Now they callin', "Meet me, I'm a target"
+Do it for 'em, make 'em feel important
+Knowin' damn well I should've ignored it
+I buy what I want, I can afford it
+Lot of money, I want more of it
+
+[Chorus]
+Play with me, you gon' get chastised
+Free the bros down the road doin' real time
+All the homies, they call it the red line
+He gon' only pull up when they say it's time
+Play with me, you gon' get chastised
+Free the bros down the road doin' real time
+All the homies, they call it the red line
+He gon' only pull up when they say it's time4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Can’t Explain[Intro]
+(Cook that shit up, Quay)
+Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+Clothes busted, nose dusty, watch the older bros hustlin'
+Started off wrong, but you couldn't tell me I ain't know nothin'
+All I ever want was to put on and give my folks somethin'
+Knockin' on my sister window, comin' in at 4 somethin'
+Mama trippin' 'bout the way I'm livin' and how my hoes comin' (In and out)
+Caught the next-door neighbor slippin', we slimed him, left his nose runnin' (In his house)
+Knowin' I can't lie, so when she asked me, I  make no comment
+Terrorizin', thuggin', doin' dumb shit, makin' no money
+It was time for me to go up, got a pack and made it blow up
+Went into that corner store until I got it all
+Know I skipped a couple parts, but I can't never tell 'em all
+But the moral of the story, I got it all out the mud
+The way karma make me feel, I swear I think I'm in love
+Been fuckin' strippers since I was lil', fell in love with the club
+Bruh gave me everything I need, knew what to say to the plug
+I got my hands on a few mil', but shit, it still ain't enough
+It's like my life is like a dream, but I'm still here when I wake
+I'm gon' get everything I need, I'll do whatever it take
+I caught a case, ran, got away, I should've jumped in the lake
+I thought about it the other day when I slid through in the Wraith
+[Chorus]
+Damn, my life's changed, check my ice game
+Came from standin' in the rain to top floor gettin' brain
+Still actin' the same, I walk in, they know my name
+Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain
+Damn, my life's changed, check my ice game
+Came from standin' in the rain to top floor gettin' brain
+Still actin' the same, I walk in, they know my name
+Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain
+
+[Verse 2]
+Bad bitch, we both young
+They say that I'm cheatin' and we both dumb
+But Baby got her wrist hittin', both arms
+G-Wagen and Range Rover, both of 'em
+If we love forever, you get new homes
+I just wish that other **** could move on
+She proud to be rockin' that new two-tone
+My life goin' good, why would I do wrong?
+I'm livin' my best just like Lil Duval
+I didn't get the message, and it's screw y'all
+I don't want no issues, can't be beefin' with my family
+I don't want no problems, just make sure my kids can count and read
+And it ain't no pressure 'bout the money, I won't even see it
+It's bigger, it's the principle, I hope one day that you can see
+We got a whole seed to raise, it's bigger than you and me
+How I'm not gon' do that? I spend millions on my jewelry
+The only reason I'm mentionin' it is 'cause I'm tired of this foolery
+I'm just emptying my thoughts, I can't keep 'em in a box
+Ain't no hard feelings at all, I want everyone to ball
+[Chorus]
+Damn, my life's changed, check my ice game
+Came from standin' in the rain to top floor gettin' brain
+Still actin' the same, I walk in, they know my name
+Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain
+Damn, my life's changed, check my ice game
+Came from standin' in the rain to top floor gettin' brain
+Still actin' the same, I walk in, they know my name
+Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain
+
+[Outro]
+Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain
+I said I don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Realist in It[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Realest (Realest), in it (In it)
+I was on the block because I was suspended
+Niggas, bitches (Bitches)
+I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
+G550, this is not a rental
+New AP, limited edition
+Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
+I done went legit, I still can go and get 'em
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Hold up, Baby (Baby)
+You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it?
+I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation
+I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper
+Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some hate shit
+See I'm out in public, why don't never say shit?
+They know I would pay for them to get a facelift
+Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement
+Opps talkin' crazy, hope my Glock don't jam
+Gotta make it back home, take care of my lil' one
+When it's time to ride, I'm like fuck makin' a diss song
+Went and bought a Wraith just for somethin' for us to sit on
+Every rapper on the come-up send a song for me to get on
+Ain't nothin' wrong, I used the plug for me to get on
+Ten thousand dollar outfit, I got this shit on
+DM-in' my ho, another nigga I'ma shit on
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]
+Realest (Realest), in it (In it)
+I was on the block because I was suspended
+Niggas, bitches (Bitches)
+I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
+G550, this is not a rental
+New AP, limited edition
+Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
+I done went legit, I still can go and get 'em (Wop)
+
+[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
+Gucci cuttin' up, Tom Ford button-up (Huh)
+Haters face crunched up like I cut an onion up (Damn)
+Your rent pay for what I paid for the temp fade (Huh?)
+Got the blocks any day, yeah, them Dikembes (Blockies)
+Got the trap goin' up on a Wednesday (Up)
+Samurai, choppin' up work like a sensei (Wop)
+Keyser Söze, vibe out like Coldplay
+They don't really know no nothin' 'bout the old Ray (No)
+Trappin' out my Box Chevy, me and OJ (Huh)
+Michael Jackson with the glove, Annie, are you okay? (Wow)
+Junkies in the hood singin' like the O'Jays
+Dope so good, make your uncle sell the Bluray (Damn)
+Drop the top off the Rolls like a toupée
+Fiasco when I pull up like I'm Lupe (Uh)
+Castro, but now in the new day
+Shoot him in the head, I ain't never like him, no way
+Billie Jean, bitch, I'm tryna see your whole team
+He think he slick so I shot him in the doorway (Huh)
+Another murder, boy, I'm known for duckin' murder charge
+Double murder, tried to pin it on me like I'm OJ (Wow)
+Quadruple-cross him like a nigga owe me
+Cold-hearted like I never had a vertebrae (It's Gucci)
+Boss talk, make 'em bring it to your doorway
+4 Pockets Full, whippin' up a four-way (Skrrt)
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Realest (Realest), in it (In it)
+I was on the block because I was suspended
+Niggas, bitches (Bitches)
+I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
+G550, this is not a rental
+New AP, limited edition
+Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
+I done went legit, I still can go and get 'em
+
+[Verse 3: Offset]
+Engine in the rear, put a million in the front (Rear)
+What the fuck is fear? Chopper eat you like it's lunch (Fear)
+Fourth and long, nigga, but we don't go for the punt (Long)
+Lookin' at the thottie body, this ho is a runt (Thottie)
+Wait, when we draw the chopper, niggas start to run? (Wait)
+Wait, these bitches wanna come fuck with a don? (Woo)
+Wait, if a nigga talk about some funds, I relate (Relate)
+You hate, I did the race, Tay-K (Skrrt)
+Thinkin' like I'm Meech, M's in the vase (Meech)
+Practice what I preach, money on the daily (Practice what I)
+She not NeNe but she leaks oh so crazy (She not NeNe)
+Niggas plottin' and I peep with a lazy (What I peep)
+Push the money out, I'm in labor (Woo)
+She tryna fuck me for some clout, hurt my baby (Clout)
+I got money stashed somewhere in my acres (Stash)
+My left wrist sad 'cause my right glacier
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Offset]
+Realest (Hey), in it (In it)
+I was on the block because I was suspended
+Niggas, bitches (Bitches)
+I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
+G550, this is not a rental
+New AP, limited edition
+Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
+I done went legit, I still can go and get 'em2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+This Week[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+
+[Chorus]
+Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank)
+Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't)
+I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint)
+Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
+Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet)
+Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (New Jeep)
+Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep)
+All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet
+We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
+Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
+Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
+I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton
+Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
+I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm rich, got caught with another nigga bitch
+New G-Wagon, '18, no tints
+Can't keep up with the money I spent
+I don't keep count, I just know that I'm gettin' it
+I be hearin' rumors they gon' take my chain
+I ain't really trippin' if a young nigga get it
+Hope you got insurance, nigga, you gon' die with it
+Breaking news, guarantee we make a nigga feel it
+We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
+Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
+We got the whole city on exotic, tell the plug to send all the flavors
+I never went for extortion, you can't pay a nigga to tell you I paid him
+Shout out the real ones who gettin' it, yeah
+Ride 'round the city, no ceiling, yeah
+I had to upgrade my living, yeah
+Took me some time, but I did it, yeah
+I'm balling, I stay on my pivot, yeah
+Label me one of the real ones, yeah
+I see 'em shootin' shots
+Any one of 'em hit me, we killin' 'em dead
+[Chorus]
+Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank)
+Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't)
+I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint)
+Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
+Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet)
+Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (New Jeep)
+Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep)
+All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet
+We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
+Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
+Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
+I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton
+Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
+I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous
+
+[Verse 2]
+I like how she watchin' me (Like how she watchin')
+This jewelry on me goin' insane
+I come from the poverty (Come from the poverty)
+This money ain't makin' me change (Change)
+Everything lit when we go up, yeah
+Whole lot of four we throw up, yeah
+My diamonds on fleek, they glow up, yeah
+Everybody sip lean, pour up, yeah
+All the PT's came from Cinco
+Hope them folks don't hit me with the RICO
+Still can make a call and get a kilo
+Keep it real, you niggas know my steelo
+Hold that thought, just keep that on the D-low
+We don't pay no notes, don't go through re-po's
+We gon' hit 'em up and make 'em repost
+I became a neighborhood hero
+Tryna listen to my conversation
+Bank account a lot of puncutation
+Told the plug ain't no more situations
+Trap house rollin', Radric Davis (Oh God)
+Pulled up sippin' on drank, yeah
+Everywhere I go, big bank, yeah
+Ain't never withdraw from the bank, yeah
+Give a damn what a fuck nigga think, yeah
+[Chorus]
+Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank)
+Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't)
+I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint)
+Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
+Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet)
+Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (New Jeep)
+Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep)
+All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet
+We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
+Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
+Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
+I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton
+Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
+I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Section 8[Intro]
+Wheezy outta here
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Went and copped the new plain jane (Plain jane)
+Didn't like it, I bust down (Bust down)
+I finesse for another check (Damn)
+Hit the bros and we bust down (Bust down)
+Now I got my whole 'partments winning
+We got all type of cars, and they ain't rented (No)
+We ain't cuffin' no broads, we got plenty (No)
+We ain't taking no bars, we be sippin' (No)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
+(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
+We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
+(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
+We got them hoes runnin' in and out
+We got them bags runnin' in and out
+Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
+Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
+We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
+(Section 8 'partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
+We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
+(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
+We got them hoes runnin' in and out
+We got them bags runnin' in and out
+Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
+Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+We got them foreigns outside of the 'partment
+Look like a dealership (Look like a dealership)
+Heard he got caught but he just got off
+I don't want no dealings with him (Don't want no dealings with him)
+He just want clout and he don't want problems
+He ain't no real killer (He ain't no real killer)
+I don't entertain him, I know we dangerous
+I hang with drug dealers (And some real killers), yeah
+Hit that lil' bitch at the spot and I made her feel like we was at the Intercontinental
+We workin', we ridin' in rentals
+We don't drive the car, 'cause that draw too much attention
+My lil' homie swang the AR, like a guitar
+He ain't never took a picture
+Wherever we go, we go hard, they know who we are
+Got 'em stoppin', takin' pictures
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
+(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
+We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
+(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
+We got them hoes runnin' in and out
+We got them bags runnin' in and out
+Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
+Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
+We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
+(Section 8 'partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
+We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
+(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
+We got them hoes runnin' in and out
+We got them bags runnin' in and out
+Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
+Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
+[Verse 2: Young Thug]
+I parked the Lam' in the front of this house, though
+(I parked the Lam' in the front of this house, though)
+Everything handled, I'm blockin' 'em out, no
+(Everything handled, I'm blockin' 'em out, no)
+Yes, yes, baguettes inside of my eyes, ho
+I hop in a foreign everywhere I go, I don't ride in no Tahoe
+Trap spot, sprawled out, sittin' in front of the back with the whoa
+Lot of ammo, oh, I can go to war with the president though
+Money hella mold, I want some Louis with some Backwood to roll
+I put these racks up to my eyes and they land at my knees, knees, knees
+I put the TEC to your rib 'cause I'm havin' real OCD
+I know she be in her feelings when I wipe my dick off and leave
+Everyone 'round me got killers and they runnin' 'round and sippin' lean
+'Bout to put my dick inside some kidneys and I put some scratches on her knees
+I'ma cop 20 Plain Janes, yeah, and I'm passin' 'em right around (Passin' it 'round)
+Gon' regret bein' a gang-banger, yeah, and I took it around the town (Take it 'round the town)
+Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah, yeah (Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah)
+I'm the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah)
+Got her whippin' the Mulsanne (Yeah, yeah)
+She done re'd up with new chains (Yeah, yeah)
+I been movin' 'em nuisance (Yeah, yeah)
+Turn 'em on to the food chain (Yeah)
+Bad Balenci's, a few stains (Yeah, yeah)
+Got baguettes by the bouquet
+They compare me with Wu-Tang (Yeah, yeah)
+Buy a Benz for the boo thang (Yeah)
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
+(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
+We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
+(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
+We got them hoes runnin' in and out
+We got them bags runnin' in and out
+Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
+Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
+We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
+(Section 8 'partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
+We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
+(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
+We got them hoes runnin' in and out
+We got them bags runnin' in and out
+Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
+Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Gang Signs[Intro: Three 6 Mafia, Lil Baby]
+DJ Paul
+If you niggas ain't scared, throw yo sets (Throw-throw 'em up)
+If you niggas ain't scared, throw yo sets (Throw-throw 'em up)
+If you niggas (Throw 'em up, let me see)
+If you niggas (Throw 'em up, let me see)
+If you niggas ain't scared, throw yo sets (Throw 'em up, let me see)
+
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby & Three 6 Mafia]
+First of all, you know I bang 4's (4)
+Never met JAY-Z, but in my hood I'm like Hov (Roc)
+Everyday a holiday, my lifestyle goals (Goals)
+Everything white and rose, I don't really like gold (Nah)
+Came through in the Maserati (Skrrt), knew I was gon' get it poppin'
+Serve a nigga in every hood, Baby good with everybody (Good)
+With no understanding, I ain't planned, let's get it clarified
+I just spent a hunnid on a chain and didn't care about it
+Try me, they gon' hear about it, make a call to every side
+Drop a bag and air 'em out, get the drop on every house
+Nah, I'm really playin', I'm just sayin', I don't play at all
+I been in the field for so long, but I ain't playin' ball
+Choppa chop his hand off, found the plug and ran off
+Think I need a agent the way I play it, call up Rich Paul
+Never fold and never forget the code, you better stand tall
+I done put them bags from Gresham Road to West End Mall
+Try and knock your mans off, I know it's too much tension with you bitches (Throw-throw 'em up)
+Niggas better stick to rappin' 'fore I click and get to trippin'
+(Throw-throw 'em up)
+I got double-digit millions, and I still be with the killers (Throw 'em up)
+Boy, I gotta be the realest livin', can I get a witness? (Amen) (Throw-throw 'em up)
+Nobody ain't stressin' on my side (Nah)
+4PF the gang and niggas know how we gon' ride
+Couple choppas, couple stolen cars, it's time to slide
+I hope the cameras don't catch the tag, and if they do, we'll be alright
+Yeah
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Where you from? How you come? Yeah, yeah
+Where you from? (I'm from 4) How you come? (Going dumb)
+Throw it up, let me see
+Throw it up, let me see
+Throw it up, let me see
+Throw it up, let me see
+Where you from? (I'm from 4) How you come? (Going dumb)
+Where you from? (I'm from 4) How you come? (Going dumb)
+Throw it up, let me see
+Throw it up, let me see
+Throw it up, let me see
+Throw it up, let me see
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Baby & Three 6 Mafia]
+I got 'em jockin', watchin', pockets always sloppy
+Be with papi, play, he pop your noggin, better play with caution
+I'm the same one who used to sell the weed then went to Washington
+Who you know that went to prison, came back home and straight pocketed?
+We ain't whippin' shit, straight droppin' it
+Let 'em keep the extras, we on top of it at this point
+I done ran my money long as Lee Street through East Point
+Supercharge my motor for the pig, hit it, oink-oink, yeah
+Runnin' up the paper like I never woulda thought of (Throw-throw 'em up)
+Make sure everybody eat 'cause that's the way that I was brought up (Throw-throw 'em up)
+4's in this bitch (Throw 'em up), I'm talkin' really, really rich (Throw 'em up)
+I got my young niggas rich, they probably fuckin' on your daughter (Baby)
+(Throw-throw 'em up)
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Three 6 Mafia]
+Where you from? (I'm from 4) How you come? (Going dumb) Yeah-yeah
+Where you from? (I'm from 4) How you come? (Going dumb)
+Throw it up, let me see
+Throw it up, let me see
+Throw it up, let me see
+Throw it up, let me see
+Where you from? (I'm from 4) (Throw-throw 'em up) How you come? (Going dumb)
+Where you from? (I'm from 4) How you come? (Going dumb)
+Throw it up, let me see (Throw 'em up)
+Throw it up, let me see (Throw 'em up)
+Throw it up, let me see
+Throw it up, let me see (Throw-throw 'em up)
+[Outro: Three 6 Mafia]
+Throw-throw 'em up
+Throw 'em up
+Throw 'em up
+Throw1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Narcs[Chorus]
+The narcs just ran in the spot
+Nobody was there, we got out
+I know they mad as fuck
+They can't keep tabs on us
+We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper
+He on the grind and I'll see you later
+I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper
+The narcs just ran in the spot
+Nobody was there, we got out
+I know they mad as fuck
+They can't keep tabs on us
+We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper
+He on the grind and I'll see you later
+I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm rockin' Balmains like they cheap
+I brought out all hundreds and it's neat
+I ride in foreign cars like I'm Meek
+Punchin' on foreign broads on the beach
+I got it all gone in a week (Week)
+Saved by the bell like I'm Screech (Screech)
+F&N ride on my seat
+Hope one of you niggas don't reach
+I'm on that timeline, niggas watchin'
+I just spent sixty thousand on some watches
+I'm rockin' Tom Ford like a doctor
+I just spent twenty thousand on some choppers
+We keep them Dracos, shout out to the shottas
+Nigga we gotta pull up in apartments
+This shit was hard for us (Hard), we thought we all was stuck
+They told me go get it and I went and got it
+Lil nigga I'm the one that got it poppin'
+Lil nigga pull up on ya, try to pop ya
+I been hearin' niggas talkin'
+But when I pull up on them niggas' head drop
+I got the streets in a head lock
+Straight to the money, no stops
+Straight gas, nigga fuck cops
+[Chorus]
+The narcs just ran in the spot
+Nobody was there, we got out
+I know they mad as fuck
+They can't keep tabs on us
+We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper
+He on the grind and I'll see you later
+I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper
+The narcs just ran in the spot
+Nobody was there, we got out
+I know they mad as fuck
+They can't keep tabs on us
+We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper
+He on the grind and I'll see you later
+I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper
+
+[Verse 2]
+Pussy nigga hatin', pocket watching (I see you watchin' nigga)
+Hope that they ain't forget the pocket rocket
+Everything I do is expensive, old school dash digit
+I been grindin' for a minute, I been really really gettin' it
+We was really in them kitchens, I can show you how to get it
+Turned a nickle to a fifty, turned a fifty to a dollar
+Take the dollar to your partners, show 'em how to add the water
+Lock it up and make it harder, Bentley ridin' with the mobsters
+We don't eat pasta, we hit on oodles of noodles
+We got the weight, that's a full one, that shit just blew me
+Pass me the percs I need two of 'em
+Get to the money, I'm racin'
+Bitch better check my trap, I'm gettin' money
+Pockets full, why not, FN on the side
+Niggas try me they gon' die
+Youngins screamin' what's the price? I can't wait to let 'em slide
+It's gon' be a homicide
+I ain't gotta tell no lies, 4PF until I die
+[Chorus]
+The narcs just ran in the spot
+Nobody was there, we got out
+I know they mad as fuck
+They can't keep tabs on us
+We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper
+He on the grind and I'll see you later
+I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper
+The narcs just ran in the spot
+Nobody was there, we got out
+I know they mad as fuck
+They can't keep tabs on us
+We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper
+He on the grind and I'll see you later
+I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Stendo[Intro: Lil Baby]
+4PF shit, ya digg?
+Them hot boys with me
+Long live Jimmy, wish he was still with me
+Swear to god every day I wish lil' one was still livin'
+Lean fuckin' with my kidney, but I'ma keep on sippin' yeah
+Yeah I'ma keep on sippin'
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & ColdHeartedSavage]
+Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
+I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
+Forty on my hip, I lay low
+Got some bros that'll shoot when I say so
+They'll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
+Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
+I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
+Forty on my hip, I lay low
+Got some bros that'll shoot when I say so
+They'll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Fourteen with a bankroll
+Only god knows all the shit that I been through
+Dead broke when the rent due
+I stayed down for the come-up now I'm stunting with my whole crew
+Young niggas who with me 'bout whatever, they get cheddar
+Boss up on them niggas, I done reached another level
+Had some soda and some yola and I put that shit together
+Hot boys thuggin', I try to tell 'em do better
+I was on the rock gettin' paper
+I ain't have no time for no hater
+All these bitches tell me they gon' chase me
+I don't chase it, I'm not a chaser
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & ColdHeartedSavage]
+Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
+I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
+Forty on my hip, I lay low
+Got some bros that'll shoot when I say so
+They'll spray a hundred rounds out the Draco
+Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
+I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
+Forty on my hip, I lay low
+Got some bros that'll shoot when I say so
+They'll spray a hundred rounds out the Draco
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
+Hundred rounds on the Draco
+Lil D, he gon' shoot when I say so
+All I know is red lives but my niggas on go
+I'ma stand up on the block like a fuckin' light pole
+Wish I would've stayed in school but I didn't
+My mama tried to show me the right way but I didn't listen
+But now I'm in the spot, on spark street, in the kitchen
+And I'm fifteen but I ran up them digits (I ran them digits up)
+Dracos like YoungBoy
+I'm a young boy
+Tommy gun boy
+Just for fun boy
+Breakin' in cars, we used to rob, it was hard
+We used to starve, we came far
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & ColdHeartedSavage]
+Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
+I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
+Forty on my hip, I lay low
+Got some bros that'll shoot when I say so
+They'll spray a hundred rounds out the Draco
+Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
+I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
+Forty on my hip, I lay low
+Got some bros that'll shoot when I say so
+They'll spray a hundred rounds out the Draco
+
+[Outro: ColdHeartedSavage]
+Dracos
+Dracos, Dracos, Dracos
+Stendos, stendos, stendos
+Dracos, Dracos, Dracos
+Stendos, stendos, stendos
+And we throwin' up them fours
+And we pourin' up them fours
+Screamin' free all of the bros
+Yeah yeah yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Option[Intro]
+(Beezo)
+I been home a hundred-twenty days, I done ran this shit all the way
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+(OG Parker)
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+I done ran the money all the way
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Money is the only fucking option
+I got partners said they need me, whatever you know I got it (Got 'em on me)
+Paper route, I swear a nigga on it (Paper route, a nigga on it)
+Paper route, I swear a nigga on it
+The money is the only fucking option
+I got partners say they need me and I got 'em
+Long as I'm having all this money I'ma pop it
+Long as I'm having all this money I'ma pop it
+
+[Verse 1]
+I want that bag for real, I get that cash for real (For real)
+I want that bag for real, I get that cash for real (For real)
+I want them B's for real, already had some M's
+I want them B's for real, already had some M's
+I want that money for sure, sure
+I used to trap out the back door (back door)
+I used to sleep on a dirty floor
+I ain't go home to change clothes
+We might be fucking the same hoes
+But we do not have the same goals
+I want that money for real, real
+I get that money for real
+I get down with that money every time I'm on the road
+I got different kinda bitches I keep getting caught with my hoes
+Every time I'm in your city I just brung another load
+I don't really give a damn about doing no fucking show
+I want that load, I want that load, I want that load
+I get that bag, I get that bag, get it for sure
+All of my diamonds real water, I don't know no
+I'ma keep going, I'ma keep going
+[Chorus]
+Money is the only fucking option
+I got partners said they need me, whatever you know I got it (Got 'em on me)
+Paper route, I swear a nigga on it (Paper route, a nigga on it)
+Paper route, I swear a nigga on it
+The money is the only fucking option
+I got partners say they need me and I got 'em
+Long as I'm having all this money I'ma pop it
+Long as I'm having all this money I'ma pop it
+
+[Verse 2]
+Partner swerving on the back street, probably got a Draco on me (Draco)
+All these pussy niggas fake hangin', all these bitches wanna blow on me
+I got real money, real money, real, real, real, real money
+I been grinding since a youngin'
+I been trapping since Monday (Last Monday)
+I got real rich homie, no Quan
+I'ma beat the pack out 'til its done
+Told my mama back then I'm the one
+Told the plug just bring me up 1
+I want money, I want money for real
+I want money, I want money for real
+I want money, I want money for real
+(Chasin' money 'til my heart stop)
+Chasing money 'til my heart stop
+I'ma keep on 'til my heart stop
+Chasing money 'til my heart stop
+I won't stop until my heart stop
+I can't let up on these niggas
+I can't let up on these bitches
+I'ma keep getting that money
+I'm just tryna keep it rich
+Chasing money 'til my heart stop
+Chasing money 'til my heart stop
+Chasing money 'til my heart stop
+I won't stop until my heart stop
+I can't let up on these niggas
+I can't let up on these bitches
+I'ma keep getting that money
+I'm just tryna keep it rich
+[Chorus]
+Money is the only fucking option
+I got partners said they need me, whatever you know I got it (Got 'em on me)
+Paper route, I swear a nigga on it (Paper route, a nigga on it)
+Paper route, I swear a nigga on it
+The money is the only fucking option
+I got partners say they need me and I got 'em
+Long as I'm having all this money I'ma pop it
+Long as I'm having all this money I'ma pop it
+
+[Outro]
+I'm just tryna beat another case
+I just probably beat another case
+I been home 120 days, I done ran this shit all the way
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+I done ran the money all the way
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+I done ran the money all the way
+I just hope I don't catch another case
+I'm just tryna dodge another case
+I done ran the money all the way
+I been home 120 days
+I been home 120 days
+I been home 120 days1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Transporter[Intro: Quavo & Offset]
+DJ Durel!
+Brr, brr, brr, brr, brrrr
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+Hey!
+
+[Chorus: Offset]
+How you fit a quarter in a mattress (How, quarter)
+Get the brick and transport it through the mattress (Transport)
+Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (Static)
+Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses (Glasses, ice)
+We got acres of cabbage (Acres)
+Surprise a nigga ride up on him on the banshee (Brrt, brrt)
+We got Ks in the attic (K)
+Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy (Brr, brr)
+How you fit a quarter in a mattress (Quarter, how)
+Get the brick and transport it through the mattress (Transport)
+Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (Brrt)
+Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses (Slit, ice)
+We got acres of cabbage (Cab')
+Surprise a nigga ride up on him on the banshee (Brrt, brrt)
+We got Ks in the attic (K)
+Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy (Brr)
+
+[Verse 1: Offset]
+Trap been hard, having bass like a Kenwood (Boom boom)
+Throwin' up the Nawf that's the hizzood (Nawf!)
+Pinky on froze that's a blizzard (Froze)
+Pourin' up a five of the sizzurp (Syrup)
+Fuck her on the thot get rid of her (Swerve)
+Gag on the dick, bitch, spit up (Slurp, slurp, yup, slurp)
+Freakazoid this a ice pup (Ice)
+Bentley Bentayga red guts (Bentayga)
+Throw that bitch away cause she a mutt (Mutt)
+Fool hold a chopper on the crutch (Fool)
+I hold a couple mil' you holdin' nuts (Nut)
+I'm on that Adderall the Chris Tucker rush (Add')
+I need the Patek 'cause my drippin' like the flood (Patek)
+Got a stash for the fire under the clutch (Pow)
+Niggas mad that I'm rich they got a grudge (Rich)
+Cool Maserati on my pinky (Cool)
+They think I'm 'luminati, I'm a deacon (Ooh)
+Smokin' on Biscotti got it reekin' (Biscotti)
+Water on my neck to sink Lincoln (Water)
+Feed the bitch meat, cap, vegan (Cap)
+I ain't throwin' salt I'm throwin' seasonin' (Drip)
+I'ma fuck a thot without greetin' it (Thot)
+Bye bye it was nice to meet the bitch (Bye bye)
+[Chorus: Offset]
+How you fit a quarter in a mattress (How, quarter)
+Get the brick and transport it through the mattress (Transport)
+Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (Static)
+Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses (Glasses, ice)
+We got acres of cabbage (Acres)
+Surprise a nigga ride up on him on the banshee (Brrt, brrt)
+We got Ks in the attic (K)
+Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy (Brr, brr)
+How you fit a quarter in a mattress (Quarter, how)
+Get the brick and transport it through the mattress (Transport)
+Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (Brrt)
+Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses (Slit, ice)
+We got acres of cabbage (Cab')
+Surprise a nigga ride up on him on the banshee (Brrt, brrt)
+We got Ks in the attic (K)
+Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy (Brr)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Baby & Offset]
+I done made the Forbes list last year (Hey)
+Made a mil' off my dog like Shaggy (Million)
+Blew up fast out the trenches (Phew)
+Call me 21 Savage (Savage)
+Diamonds hittin' hard move back they'll jab you (Phew)
+Trappin' overseas got too big for the Saks Fifth (Big)
+Green Lamborghini on the way it's the fast one (skkrt)
+Got the bitch from Offset, Takeoff then I passed her (Hey)
+I believe in Jesus fear of God on my jacket (Amen)
+Catch them down bad we gon' smash, we gon' jab 'em (Brrt)
+He give me the cash then I'm goin' out the back door (Racks)
+Word is I'm the one that's still trappin' out the bando (Bando)
+Flew this bitch in from L.A. for a day then I nut on her face, now she gone by the way (Bow)
+Ain't got too much to say don't do pillow talkin' (No)
+Got some killers with me, they came from Milwaukee (Brrt)
+And my neck on the flood like I'm from New Orleans (Hurricane)
+Drop the dope in the pot hope it take to water (Dope)
+Prayin', hopin' Jose make it from the border (Hope)
+I'm your son-in-law, ma, I done fucked your daughter (Smash)
+I'm the head of my army got my troops in order (Hoo)
+Got a million put up if I need a lawyer (Mil')
+Louis man-bag and it hold a quarter (Quarter)
+Nigga get the fuck back ain't got nothin' for you (Baby)
+[Chorus: Offset]
+How you fit a quarter in a mattress (How, quarter)
+Get the brick and transport it through the mattress (Transport)
+Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (Static)
+Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses (Glasses, ice)
+We got acres of cabbage (Acres)
+Surprise a nigga ride up on him on the banshee (Brrt, brrt)
+We got Ks in the attic (K)
+Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy (Brr, brr)
+How you fit a quarter in a mattress (Quarter, how)
+Get the brick and transport it through the mattress (Transport)
+Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (Brrt)
+Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses (Slit, ice)
+We got acres of cabbage (Cab')
+Surprise a nigga ride up on him on the banshee (Brrt, brrt)
+We got Ks in the attic (K)
+Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy (Brr)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Real As It Gets[Intro]
+ATL Jacob (DY Krazy)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I been savin' my guala, I ain't savin' no bitch
+I had put down my Glock but I picked up a stick
+Don't get in hatin' shit, I'm on some greatest shit
+My people proud, I'm as real as it gets
+Gon' have to chase me, I don't like to wait
+And I swear I'm impatient, I don't like to sit
+I made a way for you lil' bitty niggas
+I wish you would play with me, boy, you a bitch, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+They got exotic, I told 'em to mail it
+I don't gotta touch it, somebody gon' sell it
+Bro gon' keep it solid, I know he won't tell it
+Grew up in the streets, I ain't never saw belly
+I didn't have shit, I ain't never get jealous
+Born in this shit, I grew up with some felons
+Reach for this water, we'll go at your mеlon
+My lil' bro a slime, he'll draw on a revеrend
+I don't really have to talk about steppin' 'cause my niggas never get caught when it happen
+I'm set on servin' in the morning, I'm snappin'
+You can take this as your warning, I'm packin'
+F.N. inside of my hand when I back in
+Get to actin', I promise we clappin'
+Joke's up, it gotta be stamped  on the package
+It's the real one, you know that I'm taxin'
+Get the ball, I'ma score or I'm passing
+Got no love for no ho, I ain't passionate
+I done ran up a dub on an accident
+To the streets, I'm the voice, I'm an advocate
+Ask the plug, this the most he done ever sent
+Niggas broke, what's the most you done ever spent?
+Gettin' paid, this the most I done ever saved
+We gon' hop out with Ks in broad day
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I been savin' my guala, I ain't savin' no bitch
+I had put down my Glock but I picked up a stick
+Don't get in hatin' shit, I'm on some greatest shit
+My people proud, I'm as real as it gets
+Gon' have to chase me, I don't like to wait
+And I swear I'm impatient, I don't like to sit
+I made a way for you lil' bitty niggas
+I wish you would play with me, boy, you a bitch, yeah
+I been savin' my guala, I ain't savin' no bitch
+I had pulled out my Glock but I picked up a stick
+Don't get in hatin' shit, I'm on some greatest shit
+My people proud, I'm as real as it gets
+Gon' have to chase me, I don't like to wait
+And I swear I'm impatient, I don't like to sit
+I made a way for you lil' bitty niggas
+I wish you would play with me, boy, you a bitch, yeah
+
+[Verse 2: EST Gee]
+All this shit started off in the kitchen (Started off in the kitchen)
+Showed me once and I was payin' attention
+Ask the trenches, they gon' say I'm the realest (Say I'm the realest)
+Official, the difference between me and niggas
+I'm rich when I get off my Insta (Get off my Insta)
+Get him killed by the night for a sixty
+I sent it, I can't even risk it
+Opps want me finished but I'm steadily winning
+Youngest, richest nigga out of my city
+I been had the streets in a headlock (Headlock)
+We had two or three bricks at Miss Jan's spot (At Miss Jan's)
+Still dead fresh if the feds watch
+Send a diss in hidin', get yo' man shot (Get yo' man)
+Niggas play but they know we gon' air it out
+She was actin' bougie, flew her friend out
+I went, took it, ain't ask for a handout
+Old niggas see me out, had to put they heads down
+I still got my block if the music don't crack
+Really livin' what I rap (Yeah, yeah)
+250 out the trap, if I say it, it's a fact
+You was puttin' on an act
+You a killer on the app (Killer on the app)
+Ask who put us on the map
+Put the hood on my back
+Three cars, ten straps
+Niggas better never lack, yeah
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I been savin' my guala, I ain't savin' no bitch
+I had put down my Glock but I picked up a stick
+Don't get in hatin' shit, I'm on some greatest shit
+My people proud, I'm as real as it gets
+Gon' have to chase me, I don't like to wait
+And I swear I'm impatient, I don't like to sit
+I made a way for you lil' bitty niggas
+I wish you would play with me, boy, you a bitch, yeah
+I been saving my guala, I ain't saving no bitch
+I had pulled out my Glock but I picked up a stick
+Don't get in hatin' shit, I'm on some greatest shit
+My people proud, I'm as real as it gets
+Gon' have to chase me, I don't like to wait
+And I swear I'm impatient, I don't like to sit
+I made a way for you lil' bitty niggas
+I wish you would play with me, boy, you a bitch, yeah24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Sum More[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
+I went and got me some dough
+But that ain't enough, I want some more
+I want some more and some more
+Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
+Now she dancing on the pole
+But that ain't enough, she want some more
+She want some more and some more
+Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
+I went and got me some dough
+But that ain't enough, I want some more
+I want some more and some more
+Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
+Now she dancing on the pole
+But that ain't enough, she want some more
+She want some more and some more
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Redhead with me like I'm Yachty
+Every nigga with me got a body
+Bad mamacita call me papi
+Back to back Lambs and the Raris
+Only thing I wear is red bottoms
+Free my nigga Long, the feds got him
+Standin' on the sofa poppin' bottles
+Crack a nigga head with a bottle
+Sippin' lean, tryna ease my problems
+Run up on a gang of niggas, shot 'em
+Gucci glasses, snakes on my collar
+Made these bitches rake up every dollar
+She said she gon' catch it, she gon' swallow
+Had to switch it up, I'm on the road now
+I'm a stand up guy, I ain't gon' lay down
+Seventeen five on my feet
+Blowin' money like I hang with Meech
+Louis V mixed with Supreme
+Hop out in Givenchy, oh he clean
+Gran Coupe, 2018
+Try me, it's gon' be a murder scene
+Everything I say a nigga mean
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
+I went and got me some dough
+But that ain't enough, I want some more
+I want some more and some more
+Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
+Now she dancing on the pole
+But that ain't enough, she want some more
+She want some more and some more
+Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
+I went and got me some dough
+But that ain't enough, I want some more
+I want some more and some more
+Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
+Now she dancing on the pole
+But that ain't enough, she want some more
+She want some more and some more
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
+Got four pockets full like I'm Baby
+Keep Twan with me case they play me
+Goons at they door 'til they pay me
+Baby blue brand new Mercedes
+Six chocolate bitches came from Haiti
+Nigga never made the honor roll
+But the nigga made the Forbes List
+Hundred thousand on my left wrist
+Orange stones in a nigga mouth
+When the sun hit it look like Sunkist
+Big pendant 'round a nigga neck
+Talkin' same size as a starfish
+And a nigga know killers, got killers
+Nigga same kind as Scarface
+And a nigga ball like Hardaway
+And a nigga ball like Barkley
+And I put that on my soul, I got pictures up in Vogue
+I got bitches always killin' shit, they always at the moge
+I meant morgue, I don't shop at the stores
+I don't fuck with these lame ass sorry ass whores, on god
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
+I went and got me some dough
+But that ain't enough, I want some more
+I want some more and some more
+Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
+Now she dancing on the pole
+But that ain't enough, she want some more
+She want some more and some more
+Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
+I went and got me some dough
+But that ain't enough, I want some more
+I want some more and some more
+Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
+Now she dancing on the pole
+But that ain't enough, she want some more
+She want some more and some more
+
+[Outro: Lil Baby]
+I want S-O-M-E more
+I want S-O-M-E more
+I want S-O-M-E more, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Life[Chorus]
+I'm just tryna live my life
+Moon rocks, on stars, straight cash, no cards
+Livin' life like stars, thankin' god every day we finally winning
+You was 'posed to my nigga, right here with me
+I'm just tryna live my life
+They say I ain't living right
+Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
+Livin' for tomorrow, hopin' for tonight
+I'm just tryna live my life
+They say I ain't living right
+Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
+Livin' for tomorrow, hopin' for tonight
+
+[Verse 1]
+Push start cars, we can't fall
+Started from the bottom now we here
+Ran me up a mil, it took a year
+Watch my closest niggas disappear
+We ridin' drop tops whips in the summer
+She keep checkin' in 'cause she know that I'm a winner
+We gon' skip town just for dinner
+We gon' keep it gutter, don't have no one in our business
+Draped down in Fendi, she rockin' the latest
+She say I'm the greatest, if I'm ollie then you later
+Took a trip to the Barbados, and I'm still on paper
+Shout out to my haters, they been motivating me lately
+Came to fuck the game up, had to switch the wave up
+Fuck me just don't lay up, on this codeine I can't stay up
+Pitch a dub in a motor, just so they can't catch me
+They tried to arrest me 'cause I'm icy like Wayne Gretzky
+I'm a big bear like Tee Grizzley, these fuck niggas be sneak dissin'
+This FN gon' stay with me, a nigga play that'll be the reason
+G5 gone for a lot of seasons, Saks Ave, we done did Neimans
+Them millions comin', I can damn see 'em
+Long live Frank, I can see him breathin'
+I got ten traps and they all beamin'
+We done fucked the game up
+They blowin' my name up
+I just want the money, fuck the fame cuz
+Came to switch the game up
+[Chorus]
+I'm just tryna live my life
+They say I ain't living right
+Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
+Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight
+I'm just tryna live my life
+They say I ain't living right
+Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
+Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight
+
+[Verse 2]
+If tomorrow ain't promised then why should I wait?
+If times still gon' be hard then why should I pray?
+Seen my niggas fade away, from a cage to a grave
+Solid niggas turned fake, seen it happen every day
+Didn't expect it to happen, I thought you was solid
+Still can't believe you not right here beside me
+The money in front me, the bullshit behind me
+My nigga forever, I thought we was riders
+When we caught them cases both of us kept quiet
+I just lost a friend to some gun play
+Put my main bitch on the runway
+Still servin' packs on the one way
+Paying tithes Sunday, we gon' blow up one day
+Magic on a Monday, shout out to the strippers
+Lately I been feelin' it on another level
+Savin' all the extras, I gotta be different
+[Chorus]
+I'm just tryna live my life
+They say I ain't living right
+Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
+Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight
+I'm just tryna live my life
+They say I ain't living right
+Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
+Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+A-Town[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
+A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from
+I'm from the slums, niggas knowin' how we come
+A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from
+I'm from the bricks where we ain't have shit
+This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
+This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby & Marlo]
+Back when G-Dog caught his time 'cause he wouldn't drop a dime
+Back when Big Fred died, had the whole hood cryin'
+OG Troup lost his life in his own hood
+Niggas steady walkin' 'round like it's all good
+Tiger T got crossed by his own man
+I seen him and 8-Ball count a hundred bands
+Remember Spencer killed a nigga with his bare hands
+Meatball turned rat on his own fam
+Him and Jordan lil' one got killed at the same time
+Every time I close my eyes that shit on my mind
+What you know about doin' a paper for some paper
+You niggas can't relate 'cause you ain't never ran around in that
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
+A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from
+I'm from the slums, niggas knowin' how we come
+A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from
+I'm from the bricks where we ain't have shit
+This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
+This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
+[Verse 2: Lil Baby & Marlo]
+Rest in peace to Shawty Lo, yeah dey know
+Back when he was comin' through the bricks in an orange Monte Carlo
+Mario got shot, that's still some bullshit
+Remember NuNu got hit with a whole clip
+You niggas ain't from my side, they must be two-sided
+They sayin' C-Dog turned in the whole west side
+You niggas never was there
+I remember neighborhood fights all at the fair
+When micros was the only thing that girls would wear
+Then these bitches started puttin' the kink and twist in their hair
+True Religion was the shit, hood days spend your last on an outfit
+They say Keen and Big been rich
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
+A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from
+I'm from the slums, niggas knowin' how we come
+A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from
+I'm from the bricks where we ain't have shit
+This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
+This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Spazz[Intro]
+Yeah, Southside
+I go nuts on Southside Beats
+Baby, okay
+
+[Verse]
+Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship
+Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask 'em shit
+Bunny rabbit blow, take a brick and do a magic trick
+A hundred racks a show, get on the stage and do a backward flip (Yeah)
+I'm in L.A. with some real Crips
+I want Stella McCartney, this real drip
+Cartier on my face with the wood tip
+Put the knife on the K, it's the real deal
+Make 'em get out this bitch like a fire drill
+If I won't hit a bitch then the guys will
+I've been on it, today I took five pills
+I'ma run up them M's 'cause it's God's will
+How you gon' check me?
+She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me
+She wanna sex me (Yeah)
+I had to block her, she know not to text me
+Comin' at you niggas 3D
+They gon' put this shit on repeat
+Everything I say, they repeat
+Any nigga try to sneak diss
+I ain't gon' say nothin' back, yeah
+I'ma keep gettin' these racks, yeah
+When you speak 'bout me, speak facts, yeah
+Got an FN on the kickback, yeah
+Big nose, hood on the demon
+Big to the streets, I'm a deacon
+They wouldn't even peep what I was preachin'
+They just wanna see me with the leaches
+Big ballers, I ain't in the bleachers
+Courtside, high five the ref
+Codeine got me talkin' to myself
+Blowin' up, I'm blowin' out my belt
+Richest top 5, nah, for real
+Under 25 before the deal
+Every time we slide, a nigga kill
+I just hope the guys get they appeal
+[Outro]
+G5 sittin' in the cell
+He 'bout to come (Came home)
+I got this money on me right now
+I don't even answer my phone (Put 'em on)
+I had these bitches in state to state
+They tryna give me some play (Leave me alone)
+They know that I ain't got time to waste
+I'm tryna get in their face (I'm goin' home)
+I might just give you a couple of dollars
+And make sure you good on a model (Good)
+They know they'll probably gon' see me again
+Unless I'm in that new Benz
+I put the Forgiatos on the car
+Mickey Thompsons on the truck
+I got the money, I'm runnin' it up
+And I've been puttin' it up (Them M's)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+My Time[Chorus]
+She all on my drip she just like my vibe
+Tell 'em they can step over it's my time
+I get what I want and I don't wait in line
+Keep poppin' these percs I done got way too high
+She all on my drip she just like my vibe
+Tell 'em they can step over it's my time
+I get what I want and I don't wait in line
+Keep poppin' these percs I done got way too high
+
+[Verse 1]
+I gotta slow down ain't tryna lose my mind
+I got on two watches tryna keep up with the time
+Do this for Lil Steve, they gave my lil' homie a dime
+You can't see the greatness in me nigga then you blind
+I went back to the basics didn't sign
+Tryna treat me like I'm basic not I
+I got all these blue faces oh my
+I'ma stack it to the ceiling, sky high
+I been catching all these flights got sky miles
+I'd probably spend my last to see her smile
+I was just sittin' in the prison goin wild, now I'm standing on stage gettin paid, they like my sound
+
+[Chorus]
+She all on my drip she just like my vibe
+Tell 'em they can step over it's my time
+I get what I want and I don't wait in line
+Keep poppin' these percs I done got way too high
+She all on my drip she just like my vibe
+Tell 'em they can step over it's my time
+I get what I want and I don't wait in line
+Keep poppin' these percs I done got way too high
+[Verse 2]
+I think I fell in love with her she way too fine
+I can't go back to no prison got to walk a tight line
+Niggas act like they don't fuck with me but on my timeline
+Gettin' fucked up on the block I had some very long nights
+I'ma savage to my heart you can see it in my eyes
+If I tell you I'll quit trappin babygirl then I'll be lying
+Saint Laurent my jacket, Valentino on my shoes
+Take me for a joke they try to treat me like a fool
+Super paranoid i don't leave the house without my tool
+Hundred bricks in I got it snowing while it's June
+Hardly ever see my son that shit hurt me
+My bitch act like she don't understand I'm working
+I'm like, "how the fuck you think you got them purses?"
+And the way you out here actin' you don't deserve shit
+Don't keep callin' my phone that shit gettin' worrisome​
+And I keep drinkin' this lean I'm just gettin' worser
+
+[Chorus]
+She all on my drip she just like my vibe
+Tell 'em they can step over it's my time
+I get what I want and I don't wait in line
+Keep poppin' these percs I done got way too high
+She all on my drip she just like my vibe
+Tell 'em they can step over it's my time
+I get what I want and I don't wait in line
+Keep poppin' these percs I done got way too high2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Stick On Me[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Rylo Rodriguez]
+Everywhere I go the stick on me
+I can't let a nigga pick on me
+Lil nigga, but I'm big homie
+I can't keep a nigga bitch off me
+I've been hearing niggas slick talking
+F&N make 'em back off me
+Percocet got me moonwalking
+Young nigga tryna stay focused
+Niggas play we gon' lay 'em down
+Hit his block gon' spray them rounds
+Wyclef, it's a man down
+Pour the lean, wash the Xans down
+In the loft breaking down pounds
+First night she from out of town
+Blood diamonds straight out the ground
+So many hundreds I done lost count
+
+[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
+Run it up on a daily
+Bad bitches on me daily
+My young nigga go brazy
+Lil Baby go crazy
+Banana clip on the Draco you know I'll never let 'em play me
+Chains on me like Kunta Kinte, I'll never let 'em slave me
+Young nigga watch who you serve these niggas 12 like Brady
+Fuck a bitch like Bobby Brown, I'll take it back to the 80's
+Rylo come from the 90's
+Cashing out on these diamonds
+We'll hold a nigga hostage
+If he don't pay it's a homi
+I had to struggle in the projects, you ain't seen the shit I seen
+They say we promoting violence
+Bodies dropping, murder scene
+Could've went and bought Balenci', but I spent it on the teeth
+Don't ask me do I got my glizzy, bitch you know that's my ID
+[Chorus]
+Everywhere I go the stick on me
+I can't let a nigga pick on me
+Lil nigga, but I'm big homie
+I can't keep a nigga bitch off me
+I've been hearing niggas slick talking
+F&N make them back off me
+Percocet got me moonwalking
+Young nigga tryna stay focused
+Niggas play we gon' lay 'em down
+Hit your  block we gon' spray them rounds
+Wyclef, it's a man down
+Pour the lean, wash the Xans down
+In the loft breaking down pounds
+First night she from out of town
+Blood diamonds straight out the ground
+So many hundreds I done lost count
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
+No my niggas never switch on me
+Glock 40 with the dick on it
+Hunnit round with the stick on it
+Trigger finger got a itch on it
+2-3 like a pair of J's
+I can't settle for no minimum wage
+We'll set this bitch up in flames
+Hide ya nigga now don't fuckin' play
+Interrogation I ain't say shit
+I'll never write a statement
+Poppin' shit I'ma stay lit
+Wipe a nigga down for six bricks
+Now we screaming out "Free Bricks"
+All my niggas on that fuck shit
+Made a mil' out of kitchen cabinet
+Codeine I'm on lean addict
+Diss me we gon' get atcha
+Country boys we straight tax you
+In Atlanta I'm a big factor
+All these bitches tryna scream at me
+AMG wit' the kit on it
+Killtec with the switch on it
+Middle finger to my opponent
+Screaming out who the fuck want it?
+[Chorus]
+Everywhere I go the stick on me
+I can't let a nigga pick on me
+Lil nigga, but I'm big homie
+I can't keep a nigga bitch off me
+I've been hearing niggas slick talking
+F&N make them back off me
+Percocet got me moonwalking
+Young nigga tryna stay focused
+Niggas play we gon' lay 'em down
+Hit his block gon' spray them rounds
+Wyclef, it's a man down
+Pour the lean, wash the Xans down
+In the loft breaking down pounds
+First night she from out of town
+Blood diamonds straight out the ground
+So many hundreds I done lost count3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Anyway[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I'm takin’ off again, suicide doors, I won't let 'em in
+Four or five cars, livin’ like a god, payin' for my sins
+And this life that I'm in important
+I can hop in the Benz, a foreign
+Marlo said they come in in the morning
+I got vibes, every state I got choices
+Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch
+Like I'm straight out the 'partments, I'm rich as a bitch
+Takin' mine off the top, let lil' bro keep the difference
+Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city
+I was re-in’ up daily, they thought I was kidding
+I was puttin’ my profit up, saved me a milly
+I keep pourin' up Fantas so shit gettin’ ridiculous
+Hope the doctor don't say that I need a new kidney
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Pull up any kind of way I wanna
+She know I got that dope boy persona
+Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
+Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers
+I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble
+Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin'
+I be rockin' new shit, I got every color
+This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
+Pull up any kind of way I wanna
+She know I got that dope boy persona
+Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
+Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers
+I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble
+Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin'
+I be rockin' new shit, I got every color
+This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
+[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
+I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant (Uh)
+I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did)
+I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (Tell 'em)
+I run it back like a pick six (Woo)
+Add it all up, it's a re-up, man
+I'm ballin', I need equipment (Ballin')
+I just bought a lift kit (Yeah)
+Said she fell in love with a misfit (She love me)
+And fuck your opinion, you know how I'm livin'
+My closet say, "To be continued" (Flooded)
+Back in the days I used to make plays
+At Spondivits off of Virginia
+Ain't no contender (Nah)
+Tattoo my name on placentas (Woo)
+I breed a bitch like a kennel
+Made a half a mil' in a rental (Woo)
+All of my verses suspenseful
+My cuz a blood, menstrual
+He draws down, pants
+I know that they care for your instrument
+I ball, I need me an agent
+I just might be your replacement (I might)
+I got a whole lot of money
+But I got a little patience
+I got a whole lot of money
+But I got a little patience (Alright)
+I got a whole lot of money
+But I got a little patience
+My bitch a trip, vacation
+Too many chains, plantation
+If you a real nigga
+It ain't no expiration
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]
+Pull up any kind of way I wanna
+She know I got that dope boy persona
+Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
+Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers
+I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble
+Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin'
+I be rockin' new shit, I got every color
+This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
+Pull up any kind of way I wanna
+She know I got that dope boy persona
+Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
+Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers
+I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble
+Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' (Huh, Wop)
+I be rockin' new shit, I got every color
+This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up (Go)
+
+[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
+They say Gucci's a criminal
+Flood my timepiece with emeralds (Burr)
+Not conserve' or no liberal
+Donate Rollies for Christmas (Huh)
+Heard I shop at Bal Harbor
+I spent reckless on denim (Wow)
+She so fine, got her addy
+Fucked, told my folks where to send her (Well damn)
+New 'Rari, half an M
+See the horse, know the emblem
+It's Big Guwop, it's him
+Always us over them (Fuck 'em)
+Niggas say they gon' do this and that
+Then duck when I see 'em (Huh)
+Don't compare me to Slim
+I could never be him (No)
+Copped so many new baguettes
+That I'm gettin' sick of myself (Bling)
+Big bully, crushed my peers
+So now I pick on myself (Huh)
+Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt
+Big diamond choker chokin' on me, man like Conor McGregor (It's Gucci)
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Pull up any kind of way I wanna
+She know I got that dope boy persona
+Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
+Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers
+I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble
+Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin'
+I be rockin' new shit, I got every color
+This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
+Pull up any kind of way I wanna
+She know I got that dope boy persona
+Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
+Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers
+I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble
+Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin'
+I be rockin' new shit, I got every color
+This shit ain't enough, I need another come-upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Going For It[Intro]
+Cook that shit up Quay
+Yeah yeah
+I come from the cook up, that's all I know
+Cook that shit up Quay
+
+[Chorus]
+They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it
+I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it
+Fuck I look like takin' chances
+Fuck this money, go and blow it
+I'm tryna run mine up, I gotta put mine up
+Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up
+I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up
+Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up
+They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine
+
+[Verse 1]
+I just bought a brand new Rolex
+I'm a million dollar nigga, no flex
+Stretch these pounds, change my name to Boflex
+Hit your baby mama, now your ho next
+I want a rose gold on the Patek
+I want a regular one, I want it faster
+I'm doing numbers, call it mathematics
+I had a half a ticket in the attic
+It ain't gon' never stop, I'm everlasting
+They know how I come, they know how I come
+They know how I come
+They know how I come before I get there
+Cross 'em over, Raf Simmons footwear
+Balenciaga runners, these my fifth pair
+Ten figure nigga, I'ma get there
+Traphouse bunkin', we don't live here
+Could've been gone but I'm still here
+Pints of Activis, they the real deal
+Used to have to rob and I still will
+[Chorus]
+They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it
+I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it
+Fuck I look like takin' chances
+Fuck this money, go and blow it
+I'm tryna run mine up, I gotta put mine up
+Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up
+I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up
+Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up
+They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm on parole still, got a password
+I'm goin' straight net, fuck the backboard
+I remember when I used to ask for it
+I don't think back, I just press fast forward
+I want happiness, I spend my last for it
+Two twenty-five read on the dashboard
+Cost a quarter mil and I paid cash for it
+Poppin' percs, I ain't thinkin' 'bout last
+I'm never pissin' dirty, fuck my PO
+Lost it all, got me fucked on my re-up
+Bitches talkin' down but fuck it 'cause we up
+She act crazy I got booed in Korea
+Never thought that rappin' would be my career
+I'm a trap star and that's what it is
+A couple million five, I ain't signing no deal
+Nigga out of line, we gon' spray, you get killed
+Draco with the drum, hop out and go dumb
+I come from the slum, two fingers and a thumb
+Nigga know I chunk it up, rep your set and throw it up
+Nigga try to take my chain we gon' shoot up the whole club
+[Chorus]
+They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it
+I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it
+Fuck I look like takin' chances
+Fuck this money, go and blow it
+I'm tryna run mine up, I gotta put mine up
+Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up
+I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up
+Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up
+They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shineEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Vision Clear[Verse 1: LavishTheMdk]
+Yeah, gotta let 'em know I'm here
+Gotta know my vision clear
+I ain't waiting on niggas, they would've left me in the rear
+Only God know what's up with me, the only one I fear
+I made a dub last year and blew that money on some gear, forreal
+You know we cut different grew up runnin' round the ville
+In love with that money, the money give me a thrill
+In love with your honey, she cummin' for me forreal
+Told her keep her mouth closed cause that's that shit that get you killed
+Can't fall nigga, I'm a dawg nigga
+Everytime I get that chance you know I'ma ball nigga
+And if I can't get my dawg up then I'ma fall with 'em
+Know it wouldn't even feel right if Ion't ball with 'em
+Why these niggas keep on bendin' and foldin'?
+Everytime a nigga winnin' they holdin'
+They don't wanna see me up, they just wanna see me stuck
+I got endurance for the money I be runnin' that shit up, aye
+All I ever did was showed love, aye
+Guess that shit there just wasn't enough, damn
+Funny how these niggas switchin' up, way
+I thought you was suppose to be my fam, damn
+No and I wasn't surprised but it's straight now I just see you can't be one of them guys
+All I see is dollar signs when I close my eyes
+Every nigga claim they real but they just livin' a lie
+[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
+They don't wanna see me win, they wanna see me bend
+They don't want me in that Benz they want me walkin'
+I gave them niggas my all when I ain't have too
+I swear I gotta take off nigga I'm past due
+Lately I been really feelin' like I really deserve this
+All the shit we been through I just hope it was worth it
+Fold up up sticks we don't come out at play time
+The only time I get to see my son is on FaceTime
+I been goin' through some shit lately
+Wonderin' why these pussy niggas hate me
+When I'm the same nigga from the block that tried to save 'em
+We been runnin' since a jit man I damn near raised 'em
+Thinkin' should we go and get them sticks and erase 'em
+Watch my man fold in the jam like some paper
+I'm just tryna chase my dreams, get my weight up
+We was broke we couldn't sleep we just stayed up
+Runnin' from them laws on a daily basis
+I just pray to God when I wake up Ion't catch no cases
+We got dirty K's on the block
+They don't want a nigga to pop
+They ain't never gon' stop
+I'ma keep gettin' this paper
+Ain't gon' waiver
+I love her but I won't save her
+I be damned if I chase herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Eat Or Starve[Intro]
+Cook that shit up Quay
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I come from the 'partments it was bad
+Ramen noodles, cup of water all we had
+It's like you gon' eat or you gon' starve
+Either you gon' hustle or you rob
+Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball
+Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich
+Never thought it'd be like this
+But now I got the money, so every day we lit
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+By the time I turned 10 I was running wild
+Listening to Juvenile
+Staying at my grandma house
+My mama got put out
+I've been through some shit that you would never know
+But I keep a smile, I can't let it show
+I was 15 Jock and Dee, caught a murder case
+Runnin' with the robbers, man I know we upped the murder rates
+I was sittin' in jail when Lil' Man got shot in his face
+Damn that shit bad, they say that's my neice dad
+Brian got killed
+That shit crazy
+You can't listen once you here
+They tried to say we made the hit, but lookahere
+I love that nigga like my brother, that's for real
+That's for real
+[Chorus]
+I come from the 'partments it was bad
+Ramen noodles, cup of water all we had
+It's like you gon' eat or you gon' starve
+Either you gon' hustle or you rob
+Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball
+Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich
+Never thought it'd be like this
+But now I got the money, so every day we lit
+
+[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
+25 cent froze cups in the hood
+Me and Tyrone playing nick-a-knock in the bricks up no good
+Had a walkie talkie watching for the 12 tryna make a sale
+Lil' Joe ain't even kill nobody, but he got life in jail
+Perkys get you by
+Them youngins knock 'em down
+Look into my phone when you got back in town
+They see me on the stage now, though I ain't get a cap and gown
+Want me to hit it raw dawg
+200 for that pussy, gee baby don't you play hard ball
+Lil' Pooh them bring them rods out
+Ice on me, can't thaw it out
+Fuck this drink might pour it out
+Chain look like I'm showing out
+Xans, but I ain't goin' out
+Sales coming in and out
+We just tryna sew the block
+Grandma found my stash spot and she tried to throw me out
+[Chorus]
+I come from the 'partments it was bad
+Ramen noodles, cup of water all we had
+It's like you gon' eat or you gon' starve
+Either you gon' hustle or you rob
+Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball
+Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich
+Never thought it'd be like this
+But now I got the money, so every day we litEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Dates[Chorus]
+I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah
+I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah
+I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah
+I don't go on dates, I don't wait, I fuck first day, yeah
+Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
+My niggas ballin', my niggas ballin', my niggas ballin'
+We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshots
+We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshots
+
+[Verse 1]
+Young niggas really paved the way
+Pussy nigga tryna ride the wave
+Young nigga want a bankroll
+Try me, I'ma break a nigga, woah
+C Note with me, got a four-five
+Nigga I ain't lettin' shit slide
+Tiger told me fuck it, let 'em ride
+Told me fuck it, go and spin the block
+I keep them blue hundreds like an ATM
+You can't pull up in lil Cali, it ain't safe out here
+Keep some shooters with me, they keep K's on them
+Ballin' like I'm Jordan, tryna break the rim
+Quarter million dollars on me
+Ballin' on these niggas, Curry
+Still screamin' fuck the police
+Nigga ain't gettin' shit from me
+DC in the cut with a MAC-10
+Quan in the back with a Draco
+All my niggas slidin' when I say so
+All my niggas slidin' when I say so
+[Chorus]
+I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah
+I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah
+I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah
+I don't go on dates, I don't wait, I fuck first day, yeah
+Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
+My niggas ballin', my niggas ballin', my niggas ballin'
+We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshots
+We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshots
+
+[Verse 2]
+Look out for my people
+Sellin' all this reefer
+Servin' like it's legal
+Pull up in the Regal
+Went to school to fuck the teachers
+Shooting shots from the bleachers
+These niggas didn't believe me
+I had to show 'em, made 'em see me
+Pull up 4 Pockets Full, thigh pad
+I got all these niggas big mad
+Bitches tryna get some get back
+Lil bitty bitch get back
+Nigga's bitches wearing pom poms
+My lil niggas goin' straight dumb
+I ain't Lil Weezy but a hot boy
+I can't wait to smash on a cop car
+These niggas sweet like Pop Tarts
+Drive the Hellcat like a hotbox
+Party real hard, I'm a rockstar
+Rudy in the cut, he a top shotter
+If I send the word, you a done dada
+These niggas broke, got no dollars
+I'ma run the money up, no problem
+I don't give a fuck about nobody
+[Chorus]
+I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah
+I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah
+I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah
+I don't go on dates, I don't wait, I fuck first day, yeah
+Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
+My niggas ballin', my niggas ballin', my niggas ballin'
+We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshots
+We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshotsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Pink Slip[Verse 1: Young Thug]
+I got money on my mind, I do whatever for it
+It's Budda Beats
+Human trafficking, they go from border to border
+I'm on a vacation, dive in the clearest water, ayy
+I stuffed two hundred ounces in a Pamper
+Oh that's your señorita? She goin' too
+Reebok classics, chase a hundred racks, ayy
+Reebok classics, chase a hundred racks, ayy
+Sean Jean jeans, hundred racks inside these
+Money old, got it colored like Monopoly
+She can't control me, baby got no lock on me
+Driveway got the foreigns in it
+I whipped up a 'Rari, caught lil shawty off a backboard
+Peek out the window with that K like Malcolm X was
+I bless lil' shawty with all kinda bags, and you ain't gotta ask for it
+I drop some racks for it, ayy
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
+Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
+Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
+Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for
+Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
+Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
+Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
+Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for
+[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
+Sippin' on codeine, I got a problem
+I be with them gangsters and them robbers
+Have a nigga lookin' for who shot ya
+Probably in Jamaica with the Rastas
+I'm gon' get 'em in for the cheap
+And them bitches go for twenty-three
+I know that these niggas envy me
+And won't stop until I reach the T-O-P, I'm at the top
+I'm acting crazy again, I had your lady again
+Know she told you we was friends, but she ate the dick in the Benz
+She know I'm a real one, she smell it
+She do whatever I tell her
+She let me hit it whenever as long as I keep on necklace
+I ate that pussy for breakfast, yeah yeah
+Diamonds on my neck, I got 'em frozen
+Water on my wrist came from the ocean
+Every nigga with me get them loads in
+Only with the bros we put them fours in
+Pink slip
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
+Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
+Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
+Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for
+Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
+Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
+Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
+Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for
+[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
+This the type of shit I used to ask for
+Remember down bad, I had to ask for it
+Damn I'm out of lean, I poured my last four
+Now my car say two hundred on dashboard
+I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah
+I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah
+All these diamonds on me got me shining
+Damn I made parole at perfect timing
+Range Rover look pregnant with the body
+Presidential tint so I can't see nobody
+Your bitch on my hitlist 'cause she's a hottie
+I know once I get in it I'm gon' ride it
+I get that money forever, we get that money together, dig that
+Bitches be walkin' up on me, niggas be actin' like groupies, get back
+Gettin' to the money since like this high
+Now I'm lil big homie all on this side
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
+Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
+Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
+Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for
+Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
+Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
+Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
+Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Dive In[Intro]
+Yeah
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks, you know what I'm sayin'
+I been caught up in some mo' shit, you dig
+Okay, okay, okay, okay
+
+[Chorus]
+Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in
+Quarter million dollars all on my skin
+Tote this F&N like I got license
+Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin'
+Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in
+Quarter million dollars all on my skin
+Tote this F&N like I got license
+Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin'
+
+[Verse 1]
+I used to trap out the store
+I ain't have nowhere to go
+I had a pound in my coat
+Payin' J's to watch out for the folks
+Hit the stick like I'm playin' Madden
+Should I do it, nigga couldn't imagine
+Skippa Da Flippa, young nigga havin'
+I get the money, I don't do no dabbin'
+Maison Margiella on Monday, I rock Givenchy on Tuesday
+Wednesday I rock Ferragamo, Thursday I'm wearing my Louis
+Friday I come out in Fendi, I got bitches tryna do me
+Designered down, I be groovin', livin' life like a movie
+You can't stand next to me
+[Chorus]
+Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in
+Quarter million dollars all on my skin
+Tote this F&N like I got license
+Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin'
+Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in
+Quarter million dollars all on my skin
+Tote this F&N like I got license
+Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin'
+
+[Verse 2]
+Lil' nigga but my shirt off
+Pull up with the pack and skrt off
+Niggas softer than a Nerf ball
+I ain't never heard of none y'all
+Niggas say they really in the streets
+Why I ain't never seen you in the street?
+Bitch you can go and ask about me
+They'll tell you that I'm really in the streets
+I don't give a fuck about making no song
+I was standing in the spot, tryna work my phone
+Had to do it on my own, lil' nigga I'm grown
+You can hate from afar just watch your tone
+Do anything for them racks
+I used to sleep with them roaches and rats
+They tellin' me I should rap
+I'm tryna get off this pack
+[Chorus]
+Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in
+Quarter million dollars all on my skin
+Tote this F&N like I got license
+Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin'
+Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in
+Quarter million dollars all on my skin
+Tote this F&N like I got license
+Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin'1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+9To5[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I cannot work me no nine to five
+I ran up them racks for a living
+Try me, it's gon' be a homicide
+Everybody gotta get it
+I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride
+When it's time to slide they ain't with it
+I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride
+When it's time to slide they ain't with it
+I cannot work me no nine to five
+I ran up them racks for a living
+Try me, it's gon' be a homicide
+Everybody gotta get it
+I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride
+When it's time to slide they ain't with it
+I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride
+When it's time to slide they ain't with it
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+My lil one just caught him a homi, I gave his lawyer a hundred
+We used to grind every summer, we used to peel us a hundred
+Now we can do what we wanna
+I might go cop me a Hummer, I don't know nothin' but money, but I'ma keep me a burner
+Had the block hot as a sauna, in the middle of the winter
+I took them trips to go get it
+I used to serve out a rental, all of my niggas they with it
+Me and my niggas gon' get it, I had to make a decision
+Fuck with these bitches or get to these riches
+You know me, I went and ran up them digits
+Used to be wishing, that shit turned to winning
+Damn that shit crazy, it's just the beginning
+Hopped out the Hellcat, the clip was extended
+4 Pockets Full and I know it look temptin'
+Nigga try me I'ma shoot 'til it's empty
+The money I made it, I guess it's just in me
+They don't really wanna go to war with us
+I'ma spend all of my money on bullets
+I'ma make them press the issue the fullest
+Came out the jungle, it made me a gorilla
+I'm gon' be one of the realest
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I cannot work me no nine to five
+I ran up them racks for a living
+Try me, it's gon' be a homicide
+Everybody gotta get it
+I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride
+When it's time to slide they ain't with it
+I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride
+When it's time to slide they ain't with it
+I cannot work me no nine to five
+I ran up them racks for a living
+Try me, it's gon' be a homicide
+Everybody gotta get it
+I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride
+When it's time to slide they ain't with it
+I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride
+When it's time to slide they ain't with it
+
+[Verse 2: Skull-E]
+I cannot work me no nine to five, no
+That's just some shit I can't do
+Lil Baby what it do?
+Ayy yo, took the birds up out the coupe
+Fuck these bitches by the two, that's just the way that we do it
+Everything we do exclusive, we just not talkin' the music
+Dot on your head like a Buddhist, ayy yeah
+You cannot stop with us and the beat, that's why these pussy niggas hatin' on me
+Pop a perc and fuck that bitch back to sleep
+Never trust these hoes 'cause these bitches freaks
+We the new wave, fuck up the beach
+I'm the ruler, nigga don't mention me
+And you niggas snitching, I don't fuck with police
+And we politicking, handle beef in the street
+No one said it would be easy, ayy yo
+I thought you would ride for me, how could you mislead me?
+Now we goin' up when niggas throw up plummet
+I remember nights when I ain't had nothin'
+Benihana plate all in my stomach
+I just left the mall, I spent me a hundred
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I cannot work me no nine to five
+I ran up them racks for a living
+Try me, it's gon' be a homicide
+Everybody gotta get it
+I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride
+When it's time to slide they ain't with it
+I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride
+When it's time to slide they ain't with it
+I cannot work me no nine to five
+I ran up them racks for a living
+Try me, it's gon' be a homicide
+Everybody gotta get it
+I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride
+When it's time to slide they ain't with it
+I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride
+When it's time to slide they ain't with itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Need Mine[Intro]
+Cook that shit up Quay
+
+[Chorus]
+I got accuracy when I shoot that stick (that stick)
+It ain't gon' jam, I ain't gon' stop, I ain't gon' miss (ain't gon' miss)
+I told my PO no more syrup and that I quit (that I quit)
+But I was lyin' 'cause I had codeine in my piss
+I'm takin' hard drugs, Tylenols, and Adderalls, and Percocets
+They keep my faded
+Came up out the trenches a millionaire, a nigga damn near made it
+Ran it up and lost it all again, damn near drove me crazy
+Couple homies owe me think I'm up so they ain't gotta pay me
+
+[Verse 1]
+When I hired out my whole team now they my faculty
+Ever since I got that bag these bitches after me
+She done sent this text that said she pregnant, she said gon' keep it
+Thinkin' to myself like how hell did she get my semen?
+My lil' nigga can't wait to wild out, they just need a reason
+Thousand pounds of gas at the spot like it's Harvest season
+My lil' homie thuggin' jus' got out but he keep his heater
+I can't let Lil' Tiger out the house, he like to shoot at people
+Two seater Beamer on my way to pick this money up
+Semi tuck, try your luck, draw down, I won't give it up
+Never runnin' from em', we runnin' to 'em, we on that bullshit
+Let it slide, catch 'em out in public, we gon' deal with 'em
+[Chorus]
+I got accuracy see when I shoot that stick (that stick)
+It ain't gon' jam, I ain't gon' stop, I ain't gon' miss (ain't gon' miss)
+I told my PO no more syrup and that I quit (that I quit)
+But I was lyin' 'cause I had codeine in my piss
+I'm takin' hard drugs, Tylenols, and Adderalls, and Percocets
+They keep my faded
+Came up out the trenches a millionaire, a nigga damn near made it
+Ran it up and lost it all again, damn near drove me crazy
+Couple homies owe me think I'm up so they ain't gotta pay me
+
+[Verse 2]
+You gon' pay me when I see you, I need that money
+Keep a smile on my face but it ain't funny
+When I press the button they smashin' on site
+We snuck the pistols in the club, we ain't tryna fight
+Free all of my dawgs behind the walls fuck the system
+Let em' pull up on me like it's cool, then we gon' flip 'em
+Try to tell my man to slow it down but he went missin'
+Couple months later I got the word somebody killed him
+Man them hollow tips gon' burn when they get inside
+Run it up I'm buyin' cars, this my fifth ride
+Playin' with the startin' five, it ain't no sixth guy
+You can see it in my eye, I won't let shit slide
+
+[Chorus]
+I got accuracy see when I shoot that stick (that stick)
+It ain't gon' jam, I ain't gon' stop, I ain't gon' miss (ain't gon' miss)
+I told my PO no more syrup and that I quit (that I quit)
+But I was lyin' 'cause I had codeine in my piss
+I'm takin' hard drugs, Tylenols, and Adderalls, and Percocets
+They keep my faded
+Came up out the trenches a millionaire, a nigga damn near made it
+Ran it up and lost it all again, damn near drove me crazy
+Couple homies owe me think I'm up so they ain't gotta pay me
+[Outro]
+They think they ain't gon' pay me but I need mine, I need mineEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Days Off[Chorus]
+I know times get hard but it's gon' pay off, it's gon' pay off
+Grinding every day, can't take no days off, no days off
+Ridin' 'round the city in a brand new coupe
+I got a brand new coupe
+Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new jewels
+I got a bad bitch too
+
+[Verse 1]
+Run the money up, can't take no days off
+Bitch I'm my own boss, I can't get laid off
+Try me, them youngins will take your face off
+Try me, them youngins will take your face off
+Grindin' every day, I had to get it, had to work with what I had
+I went and ran me up a bag
+I got these pussy niggas mad
+But I ain't doin' shit
+Two door coupe, yeah the fast one
+Hopped out in the brand new latest fashion
+I know they can't stand that lil rich bastard
+I'm gon' show my ass, I never had shit
+I think I'm a junkie, I need rehab, I'm addicted to the lean
+I went and get it with my team
+Twenty-thousand on some rings
+I bought my bitch a new Celine
+[Chorus]
+I know times get hard but it's gon' pay off, it's gon' pay off
+Grinding every day, can't take no days off, no days off
+Ridin' 'round the city in a brand new coupe
+I got a brand new coupe
+Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new jewels
+I got a bad bitch too
+
+[Verse 2]
+Savage for the money, goin' hard for my kid
+Sometimes I had nightmares 'bout the shit that we did
+I come from the jungle, you can't live where I lived
+Police they was on me, glad I hid where I hid
+Can't sell dope forever, get the money and quit
+Then go get the money, turn the money legit
+Two four-fives, that's a hard nine
+Stayed down for the pay out, now it's my time
+I got out of prison at the perfect time
+Got out, I was fucked up, bid gave me a dime
+Now I got the money, kickin' shit in the sky
+Now I got the money, kickin' shit in the sky
+
+[Chorus]
+I know times get hard but it's gon' pay off, it's gon' pay off
+Grinding every day, can't take no days off, no days off
+Ridin' 'round the city in a brand new coupe
+I got a brand new coupe
+Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new jewels
+I got a bad bitch too1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Up[Intro: Lil Baby]
+I been tourin'
+Can't get to me
+They can't get to me
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gunna]
+They can't get to me because I'm up right now
+They can't get to me because I'm up
+Flyer than a motherfuckin' pilot
+We been on the jets, we fly private
+I just touched down in L.A. today, in New York tomorrow
+Then I gotta go to Texas, I'll be back tomorrow
+Ever since I was a youngin' I been chasin' every dollar
+Count up them blue hundreds, we ain't got no money problems
+
+[Verse 1: Gunna]
+I'm tryna stack up and get it
+I went from rags to riches
+I blow the bag in Lenox
+I heard your Jag was rented
+I know you mad, admit it
+Jump in that Lam and hit it
+When I put that shit on I be drippin'
+I fuck the baddest bitches
+Bend that shit over, let me hit from the back
+She got some good head, I'ma send her to Saks
+Bitch I'm a dog and I'm killin' the cat
+And I'm a slime, bitch you better free Yak
+You niggas don't talk, boy you better relax
+I make a call, get you beat with a bat
+Get your shit popped like the top of a gnat
+I got the cheese and you niggas is rats
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gunna]
+They can't get to me because I'm up right now
+They can't get to me because I'm up
+Flyer than a motherfuckin' pilot
+We been on the jets, we fly private
+I just touched down in L.A. today, in New York tomorrow
+Then I gotta go to Texas, I'll be back tomorrow
+Ever since I was a youngin' I been chasin' every dollar
+Count up them blue hundreds, we ain't got no money problems
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
+And I left the hood broke, came back in a Murciélago
+I might fuck on your daughter, I used to ride on MARTA
+Bitch know I'm a player, I coach the team like Coach Carter
+She tried to take me to Maury, no bitch I'm not the father
+All of these bitches they know that we get it
+Takin' them private flights city to city
+The shit that they doin', we already did it
+Never been losin', we already winning
+Coupe fully loaded, it's already tinted
+Pulled off the lot, leave the top with the dealer
+I'm not a rapper, bitch I am a dealer
+They can't get to me 'cause I'm in the middle
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gunna]
+They can't get to me because I'm up right now
+They can't get to me because I'm up
+Flyer than a motherfuckin' pilot
+We been on the jets, we fly private
+I just touched down in L.A. today, in New York tomorrow
+Then I gotta go to Texas, I'll be back tomorrow
+Ever since I was a youngin' I been chasin' every dollar
+Count up them blue hundreds, we ain't got no money problems
+[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
+We ain't got no money problems, we ain't got no money problems
+I told 'em put me in the game coach, I'm a starter
+And if she actin' like she need me I'ma starve her
+Remember days ridin' on MARTA
+But now we flyin' private jets to different cities
+And I keep a bad bitch with me
+Two chains everywhere like Tity, I done growed up
+Bad bitches askin' where the weed, it's time to roll up
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gunna]
+They can't get to me because I'm up right now
+They can't get to me because I'm up
+Flyer than a motherfuckin' pilot
+We been on the jets, we fly private
+I just touched down in L.A. today, in New York tomorrow
+Then I gotta go to Texas, I'll be back tomorrow
+Ever since I was a youngin' I been chasin' every dollar
+Count up them blue hundreds, we ain't got no money problems1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hurry[Intro]
+D. Sims
+Run that back, Turbo
+
+[Verse 1]
+Ridin' round on E, racks up to my knees
+I can't get no sleep, if I ain't got no lean
+Bad bitches follow me, my niggas a part of me
+My bitch a hot commodity, I know my grandmom proud of me
+I moved my mom from poverty
+I hope they don't think 'bout robbin' me
+I can fly, yeah I believe
+In the cockpit where the pilot be
+Don't need no stylist, I style for free
+My young ho keep on callin' me, my old bitch keep on stalkin' me
+Ain't gon' let a nigga take my shine from me
+Should've been rappin', this rhymin' easy
+Drop my top just to feel the breeze
+Thugger my brother, yeah easy breezy
+I just wanna fuck, don't tease me
+They got my songs on repeat, yeah yeah
+I don't want no money exchange
+I went overseas and got some change
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin'
+Came back, guess it wasn't workin'
+I think I'm addicted to the perkys
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin'
+Came back, guess it wasn't workin'
+I think I'm addicted to the perkys
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+[Verse 2]
+Brand new Bentley, hit the block swervin'
+12 say they know that I be workin' (fuck 12)
+My PO she say I run the game (but I fuck with her)
+Every time I see her I throw up the gang, yeah yeah yeah
+Really ran the block, really keep a Glock, really serve the rock
+Screamin' fuck the cops, screamin' fuck the opps, million in the vault
+Oh you a gangster? let's see 'bout it nigga
+Had them lil niggas to see 'bout you nigga
+Oh you a gangster? let's shoot out lil nigga
+Make my lil niggas go 2Pac a nigga
+Had a million dollars on the low
+I ain't even let nobody know
+My role model get them truckloads
+Bend her over, fuck her, then I'm gone
+Ain't gon' put your name in a song
+I'ma put your face on a shirt
+I'ma put your body in the dirt
+Nigga you a pussy, where your skirt?
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin'
+Came back, guess it wasn't workin'
+I think I'm addicted to the perkys
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin'
+Came back, guess it wasn't workin'
+I think I'm addicted to the perkys
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
+I'm tryna get this money in a hurryEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Slow Mo[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+Run that shit from the top, Turbo
+
+[Chorus]
+Dope man got extendo
+Living room, three Dracos
+Sellin' gas like Citgo
+Got a ho spot on the sixth floor
+I don't ever stay, just give and go
+Hope my girl don't never know
+These niggas 12, you'll never know
+They got paperwork they'll never show
+Sippin' syrup, I'm in slow mo
+Got it engineered by Turbo
+Ridin' 'round in a low low
+You only live once, YOLO
+I can't drive my car 'cause they know it's me
+I don't drive slow, all I do is speed
+I'm on Adderall, I don't never sleep
+Goin' hard, fuck 'bout who in front of me
+
+[Verse 1]
+Nigga out of line, he gon' rest in peace
+Shout out big game, he gon' rest in peace
+Signed a deal for two mil last week
+I get one-five, give the rest to P
+I ain't never got to rap, I'ma sit in that trap
+I'ma run up them racks, yeah
+I was sittin' in that pen, I was still gettin' it in
+I ain't never goin' back, yeah
+Never save a ho, always give and go
+Give her what she want, never tell her no
+Grind hard, ain't never goin' broke
+I'm rockin' Loub's, I got spikes on my toe
+On the yacht, it was me and Lil Boat
+I'm a slime, I'll fuck any nigga's ho
+Real easy like einy meany miny mo
+When she see the money she gon' go
+She know I'm a hundred, I ain't told
+She know under pressure I won't fold
+I ain't goin' fed, I ain't fuckin' with the cops
+Y'all niggas lyin', y'all really need to stop
+Spray a hundred rounds every time we spray a block
+When the beef get to me I ain't never gon' stop
+[Chorus]
+Dope man got extendo
+Living room, three Dracos
+Sellin' gas like Citgo
+Got a ho spot on the sixth floor
+I don't ever stay, just give and go
+Hope my girl don't never know
+These niggas 12, you'd never known
+They got paperwork they'll never show
+Sippin' syrup, I'm in slow mo
+Got it engineered by Turbo
+Ridin' 'round in a low low
+You only live once, YOLO
+I can't drive my car 'cause they know it's me
+I don't drive slow, all I do is speed
+I'm on Adderall, I don't never sleep
+Goin' hard, fuck 'bout who in front of me
+
+[Verse 2]
+Hop out and go crazy nigga, I'm just blazin' nigga
+Ain't blood but I'm blazin' nigga, I go crazy nigga
+My chain cost one-eighty nigga, I tried to save them niggas
+Nigga you can't save that nigga, catch that nigga, spray that nigga
+Leave it up to god when it happen
+If I wasn't rappin' I'd be trappin'
+Rental car, blendin' in with traffic
+Gettin' a load in on the tractor
+I got 'em scared, they knowin' I'm a factor
+Jumped in the game, ran it up faster
+Hundred racks bustin' out the plastic
+Leavin' Magic City with a dancer
+Made myself a boss, I'm from Atlanta
+I put a half a pint in the Fanta
+FN make it hard to keep my pants up
+Ridin' 'round the city in a Phantom
+Kidnap a rapper, make him pay the ransom
+Niggas be fake, so we don't even dap 'em
+They knowin' I'm real, you can go and ask
+Before I was rappin' I was gettin' them bags in
+[Chorus]
+Dope man got extendo
+Living room, three Dracos
+Sellin' gas like Citgo
+Got a ho spot on the sixth floor
+I don't ever stay, just give and go
+Hope my girl don't never know
+These niggas 12, you'd never known
+They got paperwork they'll never show
+Sippin' syrup, I'm in slow mo
+Got it engineered by Turbo
+Ridin' 'round in a low low
+You only live once, YOLO
+I can't drive my car 'cause they know it's me
+I don't drive slow, all I do is speed
+I'm on Adderall, I don't never sleep
+Goin' hard, fuck 'bout who in front of meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ride or Die[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+All I know is play for keeps, I ain't slept in 'bout a week
+Niggas screamin' we got beef, shell casings in the street
+You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die
+Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap
+Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin' 'til it lock
+You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I know my mama prayin' for me, it's kinda hard for her to sleep
+When she hearin' I got beef and I'm really in the streets
+But she know her son a G, ain't gon' fold, ain't told
+I ain't rolled, when the pressure was on I bust chrome
+Six o'clock on the dot, niggas still at the spot
+Got a play for three blocks, I might serve 'em or take 'em off
+I'm tryna figure it out, fuck it I'ma figure it out
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+All I know is play for keeps, I ain't slept in 'bout a week
+Niggas screamin' we got beef, shell casings in the street
+You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die
+Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap
+Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin' 'til it lock
+You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die
+
+[Verse 2: Marlo]
+I'm up early in the morning tryna run me up a bag
+But a nigga on the run 'cause the narcs on my ass
+I'm slidin' in the I, nigga I'm slidin' in the I
+And it's for a pocketful but a nigga playin' for keeps
+And a nigga got a drum 'cause a nigga in the streets
+So I'm grindin' I, nigga I'm grindin' I
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+All I know is play for keeps, I ain't slept in 'bout a week
+Niggas screamin' we got beef, shell casings in the street
+You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die
+Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap
+Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin' 'til it lock
+You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die
+
+[Verse 3: Bite Da Don]
+They havin' pressure 'bout these hoes, we havin' bags of this shit
+I got four pockets full and coupe around my wrist
+Know I play for keeps I got paper out the street
+Pull up at your spot, air that bitch out for a week
+I finessed 'em out the cash, Rudy bought the jeep
+I was in the flat with beat, we got dracos for the beef
+I ain't lyin' I'm a beast, them hoes say y'all niggas cheapskates
+Duffel bag full of cash like I hit the sweepstakes
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+All I know is play for keeps, I ain't slept in 'bout a week
+Niggas screamin' we got beef, shell casings in the street
+You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die
+Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap
+Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin' 'til it lock
+You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Seattle (Song 3)[Intro]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+
+[Verse]
+I can switch my watches with my mood swing
+Pull up through the projects in that new thing
+She just gave me head she got some good brain
+Give her couple dollars 'just my new chain a thousand or two
+I can show you what a thousand will do
+Call the plug tell him pull up with a thousand or two
+I got family to feed, I got niggas say they need me
+Got a lot of shit on my plate but I ain't tripping cause I'm greedy
+They got my lil nigga worried cause his daughter she obese
+She a premature baby and the doctor say she need 'em
+He got fees but he don't got money but he got ski masks
+And he got a black 45 screaming "need more cash"
+A nigga ask me do I got some murder for hire
+Lovin' on a bitch I prolly won't know her tomorrow
+My lil partner from the westside caught a murder case
+Say his lawyer want a hundred but he got 50k
+Told me that he had a feeling he was halfway
+Told him I got the other fifty I don't want no games, no games
+I don't play no games I'm going straight up
+I just want my muthafuckin paper
+On the private jet me DT Tiger gangsta
+Tryna go into the lands and get this paper
+Running through the land like I'm 6-0
+You had to tap in I was get it when it wrapped in
+[?] racks in
+I was running through LA at All Star getting a pack in
+You was getting extorted heard the homies made you tap in
+And heard the homie he got-EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Our Year[Intro: Lil Baby]
+Gunna, Gunna, Baby
+4PF, YSL, yeah it's our year
+
+[Chorus: Gunna]
+Big racks, money talking nigga that's all I hear
+Told every one of my niggas this our year
+Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear
+I'ma hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear
+Everything came from Saks Fifths
+Bitch got Dior all on her lips
+Let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear
+
+[Verse 1: Gunna]
+Drive that bitch and go crazy
+All blue hunnids big faces
+Four pockets full, Lil Baby
+Catch me a jet and go to Vegas
+Chauffeur from a 63 AMG Mercedes
+VVSs on me and they banging
+Fuckin' on a nigga old lady
+I was tryna grind like the 80s
+I had to stack it tall took a whole lot of patience
+Spend a dime nigga money ancient
+'Til I hit the mall and I fell in love with Maison
+Money growing feeling like I'm aging
+Pour a four of syrup let me taste it
+Attached to the paper we related
+Big racks, money conversation
+[Chorus: Gunna]
+Big racks, money talking nigga that's all I hear
+Told every one of my niggas this our year
+Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear
+I'ma hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear
+Everything came from Saks Fifths
+Bitch got Dior all on her lips
+Let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
+Told Gunna Gunna lil' kid this our year, you dig what I'm sayin' bro?
+She got starstruck by the stars in the wraith, she know I ain't playin' though
+I ran them bands up
+Dressed like I'm sponsored by Louis Vuitton
+Givenchy, Chanel, YSL, I'm a don
+Four pockets full, get them in by the ton
+Look at my bitch how she stunt on they ass she got class she got every bag
+Jumped on a lear, left the pack in the hood text my ho told a bitch I ain't coming back
+
+[Chorus: Gunna]
+Big racks, money talking nigga that's all I hear
+Told every one of my niggas this our year
+Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear
+I'ma hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear
+Everything came from Saks Fifths
+Bitch got Dior all on her lips
+Let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear
+[Outro: Gunna]
+Big racks, money talking nigga that's all I hear
+Told every one of my niggas this our year2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Rider[Intro: Lil Baby]
+I love my nigga next to me
+I got a rider who would die for me
+EarlOnTheBeat
+I fuck back and forth
+YSL
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I do this for Maze in the motherfuckin' trenches
+I go get it, I go get it
+My niggas gon' and get it
+I got some niggas comin' with me to the top and I'ma take 'em
+And I know them niggas hatin', but I'm waiting, I got patience
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Young Thug]
+I got bitches rollin' down on a nigga
+I go ride on a nigga
+I go ride all them niggas
+And I shade all my grizzy
+I go ride all them niggas
+I go ride all them niggas
+Go around all them niggas
+I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top
+(I'm on my way)
+I lost some homies, they got popped
+(I lost some homies, they got popped)
+Couple homies they got shot (Tutututututu)
+I don't count it for a man
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I want that money and I ain't first
+And I ain't lost and I gon' get it and get it
+Fuck I leave it all adjustin'
+Bitches won't fuck my neck just they probably won't fuck my pocket
+That's why all you niggas watchin', come try me, the option is only you nigga
+I don't get no money, fuck with true niggas
+I'm so stiff on y'all hoes
+Nigga know how I harsh and I get money on them hoes (Racks, racks)
+I'm tryna accomplish my goals
+All these niggas bitches and I know it for sure
+I got different whips, I got cars galore
+I got different bitches, I got women galore
+All I know is money and I need me some more
+You know I ain't just talkin', they know this
+And I just popped that motherfucker, I show shit
+I'm already hood-rich, and I tryna go legit
+I need another way I'm tryna rap about this shit
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Young Thug]
+I got bitches rollin' down on a nigga
+I go ride on a nigga
+I go ride all them niggas
+And I shade all my grizzy
+I go ride all them niggas
+I go ride all them niggas
+Go around all them niggas
+I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top
+(I'm on my way)
+I lost some homies, they got popped
+(I lost some homies, they got popped)
+Couple homies they got shot (Tutututututu)
+I don't count it for a man
+[Verse 2: Young Thug]
+Never had a job and never plan on getting one
+I came here they rowdy bitches know it's one on one
+Let's meet there, relax, I won
+Change from the Pentagon next thing on her tongue
+Five-hundred cash with me that's why I got this bag on (Racks)
+I came from rags to riches now tryna sell out the dome
+My bitches skinny dippin' they all got thongs on
+You ain't tryna get rich you gotta gone gone gone
+I got my weed from Jamaica, Sean Paul
+Tryna be the reason niggas hating on all y'all
+Stayed down in this law, we get paid off
+Big homie taught me if it's a plug don't run off, ayy
+Nigga stack a G like a Phillipean
+And we smokin' weed, drinkin' codeine (Drank it, drank it)
+And I got some M's I could buy Hardees (I could buy Hardees)
+And I got some water, you can't walk in these
+Turn the mansion to a club, let's have a party (Let's have a party)
+We got options, you can drink some Act, red or green?
+All this [?] I drink
+Got me tearin' up the fuckin' street
+I like it, I see the green, I know CD
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Young Thug]
+I got bitches rollin' down on a nigga
+I go ride on a nigga
+I go ride all them niggas
+And I shade all my grizzy
+I go ride all them niggas
+I go ride all them niggas
+Go around all them niggas
+I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top
+(I'm on my way)
+I lost some homies, they got popped
+(I lost some homies, they got popped)
+Couple homies they got shot (Tutututututu)
+I don't count it for a man3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Racks In[Chorus]
+Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in
+I remember back when I ain't have shit
+Plug on the way, he say them bags in
+Still in the hood gettin' them racks in
+Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in
+I remember back when I ain't have shit
+Plug on the way, he say them bags in
+Still in the hood gettin' them racks in
+
+[Verse 1]
+I should sign to Slaughter Gang 'cause I'm a savage
+Word on the street Lil Baby havin'
+I done fucked a thousand bitches out in Magic
+These niggas broke, they pockets flat, that shit embarrassing
+I just copped a new coupe, yeah the fast one
+These niggas happy 'cause they finally fucked my last bitch
+But I'm the one that told you she was nasty
+Me and money havin' sex, we should get married
+
+[Chorus]
+Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in
+I remember back when I ain't have shit
+Plug on the way, he say them bags in
+Still in the hood gettin' them racks in
+Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in
+I remember back when I ain't have shit
+Plug on the way, he say them bags in
+Still in the hood gettin' them racks in
+[Verse 2]
+I been on my grind, that's why I'm loaded
+I'm like Luda in his prime, I got them bows in
+Condo at the top, I don't let hoes in
+Medusa in the section, got them holes in it
+I'ma take her down and let the bro hit it
+Niggas talkin' crazy, that's that ho shit
+All my hoes own shit, all your hoes rent
+Drive so many foreign cars they thought it was rented
+
+[Chorus]
+Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in
+I remember back when I ain't have shit
+Plug on the way, he say them bags in
+Still in the hood gettin' them racks in
+Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in
+I remember back when I ain't have shit
+Plug on the way, he say them bags in
+Still in the hood gettin' them racks in
+
+[Interlude]
+I just copped a new coupe, yeah the fast one
+These niggas happy 'cause they finally fucked my last bitch
+But I'm the one that told you she was nasty
+Me and money havin' sex, we should get married
+[Chorus]
+Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in
+I remember back when I ain't have shit
+Plug on the way, he say them bags in
+Still in the hood gettin' them racks in
+
+[Outro]
+I got them racks in, yeah
+I got them racks in, yeah
+I got them racks in, yeah
+I got them packs in, yeah
+I got them packs in, yeah
+I got them racks in, yeah
+I got them racks in, yeah
+I got them packs in, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+God’s My Witness[Intro: Lil Baby]
+Mmm
+(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
+Feel like that "Dreams 2 Reality" beat
+I'm tryna go whole 'nother way, though
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I asked God for forgiveness so I can't rap on niggas
+But I let God be my witness that we done stepped on niggas
+I can afford to buy a army, but I stopped buying pistols
+But I just hope that you ain't in that car when we do catch up with 'em
+Rather be the suspect than the victim
+Keep my cool and beat the system
+When I talk, my teeth start glistenin', that's the diamonds that's engraved
+They like, "Who is them lil' niggas? They look like they getting paid"
+You can tell that we don't play by the looks that's on our face
+Heard the opps been throwin' shade, boy, you know we play with K
+Come through swinging in broad day, boy, you know I'm ready to pay
+It ain't even bout no money, know they go in where I say
+Plus I looked down when he was fucked up, he can't wait to straighten his face
+Gotta get my mind out murder
+VVS's fill my shirt up
+Eighty racks to fill her purse up
+With this shit, I lift her skirt up
+Sloppy head, gotta lift my shirt up
+Rest in peace, Juice, pour my syrup up
+Drip or Drown, sippin' purple
+It's a rat inside my circle
+Damn, who you know gon' cop two Lamb's same day, they gon' know who I am
+Okay, turn my back on my fam, no way
+My bitch so bad, goddamn
+It's late, I'm up right now, I'm not playin, I'm stayin'
+Hope the JackBoys know that I plan on sprayin'
+Nah forreal, listen to what I'm sayin'
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Been through it all, had to shake it off, one of my dawgs was a flea
+I been standin' tall, I been goin' hard, ain't no nigga fuckin' with me
+Walk inside the mall, everybody ball, whole entourage fresh as me
+Rich young hitters, hoppin' out foreigns and we got Chargers and Jeeps
+
+[Verse 2: ColdHeartedSavage]
+No dissing in our song, but when we catch you, he gotta get it
+Heard he dissing in this song, but 4PF, he better not mention
+He used to be my dawg, but he switched up for a pretty penny
+I was gon' say his name, but then again it'd be like I'm snitchin'
+Baby, know he ain't gotta pay
+I do it for free anytime, any day
+When it come to the money, you know I get paid
+We brag different, we hoppin' out Wraiths
+Had to change the way I think, I was thinkin' 'bout murder
+FN's and .223s, wet that boy shirt up
+Yeah, they shot back, but they shot all the birds up
+Lambo sit too low, we fuckin' the curb up
+Shopping at Barneys, I'm sippin' this purple
+4PF the gang, ain't no rats in my circle
+Not goin' down bad, don't care whatchu heard
+She got them bags, you can get served
+Opps gettin' mad, we gettin' on they nerves
+I fuck with Ced 'cause he stood on his worst
+Dreams to reality, I know that they mad at me
+[Verse 3: Noodah05]
+I know that they mad at me, turned dreams into reality
+Catch the murder, first degree, I won't let 'em murder me
+I got tied so I know I ain't trippin'
+Niggas mad, turn to bitches
+They know that we slide with glizzy
+Spin they block until they dizzy
+I been gamblin' with my life, hope I don't roll a seven
+Killers had to talk to God, he know he ain't gettin' ahead
+Gotta be a man behind that wall, I know that you ain't ready
+Popped his gun, they sat him down, he wasn't thinkin' steady
+I been on a different method, goin' up, different levels
+I been tryna change the motives, you took my humbleness for hoe-ness
+Niggas actin' like they know me, bust 'em down, take the Rollie
+When you gettin' the money, niggas notice, I won't let 'em lose focus
+05
+
+[Verse 4: Dirty Tay]
+My partner took a different route, I'm still tryna figure out
+I'm really gettin' the bag, ain't chasin' clout
+Run up another sack, buy my mama a house
+They can tell I'm gettin' paid by the way I talk
+They can tell I'm steppin' by the way I walk
+If bro say "Get him," then they already got him
+Comin' up, spark shit, GT status
+I turned my dreams into reality, I know everybody mad at me
+I ain't nothin' like I used to be, but I'm goin' hard, so get used to me
+Nah, I don't see no nigga usin' me, I still ain't where I'm 'posed to be
+On left side, they ain't approaching me
+I fuck with bro but he ain't close to me
+Probably stay young, got crack in my sock
+Golden in the hood, niggas set up shop
+Seventeen, hittin' these big boy blocks
+Gotta [?], I come buy a whole block
+I ain't thought 'bout it, I really sling rock
+I hang with the robbers, I don't fuck with the cops
+Breaking my wrist in that bowl 'til it lock
+And I been through so much and I've seen a lot
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Been through it all, had to shake it off, one of my dawgs was a flea
+I been standin' tall, I been goin' hard, ain't no nigga fuckin' with me
+Walk inside the mall, everybody ball, whole entourage fresh as me
+Rich young hitters, hoppin' out foreigns and we got Chargers and Jeeps1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+100 Round[Intro: Lil Yachty]
+Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Baby
+Lil Baby, Lil Baby, Lil Boat, huh, ayy, hol' up
+
+[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
+Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes
+Beam on his face, he got a runny nose
+Prolly got a wire on his ankles (Yeah)
+Prolly got a wire on his chest too (Yeah)
+That's why I don't fuck with them niggas, no
+That's why we buck on them niggas, uh
+All my niggas stay with the choppers, uh
+Like that shit stuck to them niggas
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
+I'm a mama's boy
+That mean I can fuck ya mama, boy (Fuck it up)
+Don't gotta ride with that Llama, boy
+Touch me, it's gon' be some drama, boy
+Bro got that cookie, that "Chips Ahoy!"
+Just made a play out in Illinois
+We hit the scene and we makin' noise (Lil Boat)
+Fuck up your city with all my boys
+Add extra sauce like Cisco
+Right wrist look like a goddamn disco ball
+Lil Boat, spend a thirty up in the mall
+Shittin' on them bitches who ain't pick up my calls
+Wazzam ah, whatdamn
+He dropped out and became the man (Lil Boat)
+He brought out the pots and the pans (Yeah)
+Simply, I had a plan (Lil Boat)
+[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
+Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes
+Beam on his face, he got a runny nose
+Prolly got a wire on his ankles (Yeah)
+Prolly got a wire on his chest too (Yeah)
+That's why I don't fuck with them niggas, no
+That's why we buck on them niggas, uh
+All my niggas stay with the choppers, uh
+Like that shit stuck to them niggas
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
+I'm in this bitch with Lil Yachty (Yachty)
+Trapper turned rapper, I used to sell dope (Dope)
+Icy, icy, icy, North Pole
+Came from the trenches, all I had was hope (Hope)
+Over the gang, I got rank, I'm the pope
+Bet Lil Yachty let them young hittas go
+Call me Rocky, tryna stay off the rope (Tryna kill this)
+Young rich nigga, man, I used to be poor
+Rich Forever, we ain't goin' back broke
+Gettin', gettin' the money (Yup)
+MAC-11, by a stunt for show (Yup)
+All your watches cost a hundred? (Yup)
+I'm in this bitch with Lil Boat (Woah)
+Diamond chains, diamond rope (Water)
+I'm in this bitch with Lil Boat
+Try the gang, you get smoked (gang)
+[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
+Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes
+Beam on his face, he got a runny nose
+Prolly got a wire on his ankles (Yeah)
+Prolly got a wire on his chest too (Yeah)
+That's why I don't fuck with them niggas, no
+That's why we buck on them niggas, uh
+All my niggas stay with the choppers, uh
+Like that shit stuck to them niggas5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Again (Go Hard)[Chorus]
+I'm back going hard again, I'm shutting down my heart again
+No one can't get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
+Try my best to act like I didn't care, but I can't hold it in
+And I'm not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
+I'm back going hard again, I'm shutting down my heart again
+No one can't get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
+Try my best to act like I didn't care, but I can't hold it in
+And I'm not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
+
+[Verse 1]
+You pillow talkin' to hoes again
+You breakin' the code again
+I'm on the road again
+We snakin' these bitches with them poles again
+This chopper do tricks, you gon' go fold it in
+I know they be hatin', I still post they shit
+We stay on they block like we 'posed to slid
+This Glock been with me on my road to riches
+We done over-sold the load again
+Too many plays, been off for too many days
+Boy you a bitch, you got feminine ways
+I get the drop, I'ma pay, they gon' spray where you stay
+I had to check on my man, think he part of the clan
+Keep a mask, he got too many Ks
+I had to run up them bands when I got out the can
+Can't go back, I got too many cases
+He actin' bad on the 'Gram but we know what's gon' happen
+It happen in every occasion
+Somebody killed, I be tellin' my youngins to chill
+Check the stats, I do numbers for real
+And this ain’t no cap, I get money for real
+That lil' boy ain't run up no commas for real
+Don't play with Baby I go million for million
+I made it out, but yet I'm still in the field
+Five hundred racks sittin' in my ears
+Ten carat diamonds spent in my earlobes
+Superhero Baby savin' the ghetto
+If I'm not the man, I'm the man in the middle
+Hop out the car with my hand on my pistol
+He just a fan, and he mad I don't feel him
+I know they know that I ran with them killers
+Fuck it, you know I still run with them guys
+Drivebys a waste of my time, I want somebody to die
+I risk it all, put my sack on the line
+I came from the back of the line
+We had it crackin' since back when [?] was alive
+You can go ask on my line
+I wish Lil Woo would've never went through with his move
+But I'm glad that he through with his dime, yeah
+[Chorus]
+I'm back going hard again, I'm shutting down my heart again
+No one can't get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
+Try my best to act like I didn't care, but I can't hold it in
+And I'm not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
+I'm back going hard again, I'm shutting down my heart again
+No one can't get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
+Try my best to act like I didn't care, but I can't hold it in
+And I'm not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
+
+[Verse 2]
+He tryna diss me, that shit ain't gon' get to me
+I can get pussy, that lil' nigga ain't my energy
+He say that shit when I see him, then he'll see
+Know they mad 'cause they can't take a seat with me
+Got the best of the best in the sheets with me
+Hands down, can't nobody compete with me
+I eat filet mignon I'm a cash cow
+I got ten million cash from my last album
+I'm just waiting on my brother to max out
+Every show that I get, it be packed out
+Five K for your team, you got ripped off
+Spent a hundred thousand on mine
+Crack a smile just to show the diamonds
+From the corner to another continent
+Got a baby daddy? I don't wanna hit
+Need a Nike deal how I'm running shit
+He can't come to the A, he on punishment
+Catch that boy out of place, we gon' punish him
+Take his chain and his watch on some funny shit
+Brodie ready to crash on some dummy shit
+Gotta fuck me for free, ain't no money bitch
+I've been on some pimp shit lately
+I been off a jet with some made men
+We got twenty vibes out in Vegas
+[Chorus]
+I'm back going hard again, I'm shutting down my heart again
+No one can't get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
+Try my best to act like I didn't care, but I can't hold it in
+And I'm not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
+I'm back going hard again, I'm shutting down my heart again
+No one can't get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
+Try my best to act like I didn't care, but I can't hold it in
+And I'm not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
+
+[Outro]
+I go hard as I can go to win
+I go hard as I can go to win
+I go hard as I can go to win
+Hard as I can go to win
+Hard as I can go to winEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Survive Da Motion[Intro]
+Ayy
+We really came from that block, nigga, like
+Nah sayin'?
+Gotta watch yourself
+They always watchin'
+They gon' have to do they job
+
+[Chorus]
+Hopin' that they never find us
+Promise they gon' try to hide us
+But fuck 'em, I'm buckin', they gon' have to do they job
+I'ma take before I starve
+Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start
+Duckin' feds, runnin' the cars
+In the streets ain't no awards
+So this Rollie be my trophy
+I'm just tryna survive the motions
+I'm just tryna survive the motions
+
+[Verse 1]
+First of all let me say
+Free Lil Jacques and D
+Man they been gon' for a long while
+Two lifes plus eight five, they got a long time
+Damn they got my dawgs in a jam
+Free all of my dawgs out the can
+Stand on my two feet just like a man
+In the yard goin' hard, when I touched down I had a plan
+Twenty days, a hundred bands, I did that
+You come from the jungle, I can dig that
+You can't tell me nothin' 'bout the struggle
+Man these streets I'm really in 'em, every day I had to live that
+[Chorus]
+Hopin' that they never find us
+Promise they gon' try to hide us
+But fuck 'em, I'm buckin', they gon' have to do they job
+I'ma take before I starve
+Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start
+Duckin' feds, runnin' the cars
+In the streets ain't no awards
+So this Rollie be my trophy
+I'm just tryna survive the motions
+I'm just tryna survive the motions
+
+[Verse 2]
+Keep my heart open
+I been heart broken
+Every soda that I drink it got lean inside it
+Every nigga who ain't with me swear they livin' inside me
+Pour me up some syrup so I can focus
+I'm just tryna survive the motions
+In the meantime, gotta by my mama a new Benz
+Came out hard on them niggas
+Fuck who ain't with me, I don't need friends
+Niggas mad at me 'cause they hoes on my drip
+Nigga fall back 'fore that ho get you killed
+Had to crawl back, lost a whole quarter mil'
+Fuck you and them niggas that's with you, that's how I feel
+[Chorus]
+Hopin' that they never find us
+Promise they gon' try to hide us
+But fuck 'em, I'm buckin', they gon' have to do they job
+I'ma take before I starve
+Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start
+Duckin' feds, runnin' the cars
+In the streets ain't no awards
+So this Rollie be my trophy
+I'm just tryna survive the motions
+I'm just tryna survive the motions1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Sticky[Intro]
+(Cook that shit up Quay)
+Yeah
+Yeeeaaah, yeah
+Yeeeaaah, yeah
+Let's get it
+
+[Chorus]
+Hundred thousand for your wrist watch
+Think you poppin' nigga, throw your hood up
+I got the stick and I'm sticky
+They tried to start a commotion but we with the shits
+I got the glizzy in through the back door
+We got it lit in the club, throwin' racks up
+Police hatin', tryna harass us
+Niggas sayin' they gon drag us
+
+[Verse 1]
+Hop out the van with a stick like I'm Dracula
+I got a sack, so these bitches wanna tackle us
+We going first, give a fuck 'bout who after us
+Stand on front line for the team, I'm ambassador
+We got a stick in this bitch, and we ready to hit
+I ain't scared of nobody
+I got some homies who knocking shit off
+And I swear they don't be telling nobody
+Lil homie got caught, he ain't tell on nobody
+Send him a lawyer because he stay solid
+You need me, you know that I'm comin', I gotchu
+I'm takin' charge, I ain't sitting back watchin'
+I'm buyin' houses, I ain't buyin' watches
+They see what I do, and they jock it and cop it
+These bitches know when they see me they flocking
+The plug was too hot so I told him to drop it
+He sent me a load for the low and I rocked it
+They gave me a dub for a show and I rocked it
+I put me a M in the safe and I locked it
+I came up from nothin', I swear I'ma pop it
+Your bitch in my ride and she tryna give toppy
+She tryna hold me for hostage
+I ain't no regular nigga, I'm poppin'
+Still sellin' bags in the projects
+[Chorus]
+Hundred thousand for your wrist watch
+Think you poppin' nigga, throw your hood up
+I got the stick and I'm sticky
+They tried to start a commotion but we with the shits
+I got the glizzy in through the back door
+We got it lit in the club, throwin' racks up
+Police hatin', tryna harass us
+Niggas sayin' they gon drag us
+Hundred thousand for your wrist watch
+Think you poppin' nigga, throw your hood up
+I got the stick and I'm sticky
+They tried to start a commotion but we with the shits
+I got the glizzy in through the back door
+We got it lit in the club, throwin' racks up
+Police hatin', tryna harass us
+Niggas sayin' they gon drag us
+
+[Verse 2]
+Realest nigga in it, never did it
+Flyest nigga ever, independent
+All my niggas winnin', really gettin' it
+All you niggas pussies, really bitches
+Ran off with your misses, now she missin'
+Whole team ballin', shootin', blitzin'
+Diamonds fighting with each other, hittin'
+Flew her out the country, then I hit her
+These from out the country, you can't get em
+Country boys make 'em, come and get em
+We just tryna make a couple million
+Fuck the feds and spend it on my children
+They ask me why I'm mad, cause my young nigga sittin' in the cage
+He ain't never coming home
+I got lil Nate with me right now
+If I send him the word, then he gone with your dome
+[Chorus]
+Hundred thousand for your wrist watch
+Think you poppin' nigga, throw your hood up
+I got the stick and I'm sticky
+They tried to start a commotion but we with the shits
+I got the glizzy in through the back door
+We got it lit in the club, throwin' racks up
+Police hatin', tryna harass us
+Niggas sayin' they gon drag us
+Hundred thousand for your wrist watch
+Think you poppin' nigga, throw your hood up
+I got the stick and I'm sticky
+They tried to start a commotion but we with the shits
+I got the glizzy in through the back door
+We got it lit in the club, throwin' racks up
+Police hatin', tryna harass us
+Niggas sayin' they gon drag us1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Toast Up[Intro: Lil Baby]
+Uh, yeah
+Uh, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I ain't sold no bags in a minute
+I can't speak for none of the bros, what they do, that ain't my business
+This a Hellcat when I'm ridin', not no Hemi (Skrrt, skrrt)
+Image all authentic, I ain't had to pull no gimmicks
+Multi-millionaire, I'm still rockin' Dickies
+Just got off the phone with Pee, he told me I ain't got no limit
+I'm a superstar, I still be in the trenches
+I can't rock with none of you busters, man, I swear to God, I'm different, ayy
+Thousand pair of white Air Force 1's, I signed with Finish Line
+I'm just waitin' on your favorite cappin' rapper to finish lyin'
+They already know what's up, don't play with him, give me mine
+Tried to tell 'em that I was the one, I gave 'em plenty signs
+Forgiato rider, I got them on every whip
+Now I'm handlin' business with Doritos, I need my chip
+I know if you stay down, you'll go far, go hard, don't trip
+Look at me, I'm shinin' like a light from my neck to my wrist, woah
+I just brought awards back to the hood so we can toast up
+I can't even say how much I'm getting for a show
+I be tryin' to dodge the blogs, I'm tryin' to keep it on the low
+In the studio, I'm going hard, I swear I'm 'bout to blow
+[Verse 2: Ali Tomineek]
+Yeah, alright, I'm on it
+Look at what I done started (Woo, nah)
+I gotta finish this, I'm tired of talkin', yeah (Shh)
+I manifested this, my mind the sharpest, ayy
+I ain't talkin' no magic, no, no flying carpet
+Check it, this ain't no Aladdin (Nah)
+Hopped on a plane to Atlanta
+Knew I was finna take over the planet (Yeah)
+I'm talking as soon as I landed (Woo)
+What you know about redeye flights? (What?)
+What you know about sleepless nights? (What?)
+Only way to see that life
+Man, you gotta speak that life
+And I put that on my dawgs (Yeah)
+And I put that on my squad (Bah)
+And I put that on my moms
+I'm taking my city right up to the stars
+Taking my city right up to the top (Brr)
+Had to link up with Rashad (Yeah)
+Heard a beat like, "Oh my God" (Woo)
+Yeah, Doritos need that spark
+No, this ain't what it seem like (Nah)
+This ain't overnight, I been doing this since I was knee-high
+Homie, they know me
+They know Ali, don't need no I.D., I'm
+Thinkin' I'm B-I-G time
+Walk in the VIP, I'm with Lil B-A-B-Y
+Yeah, that's a strong, flex, mmh, yeah
+It's for certain, I put that work in
+No, it ain't really that complex, mmh
+Now I'm taking calls with Complex, mmh
+Let's make a toast (Ah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Grindin[Intro: Lil Baby]
+I got Yogii with me
+I got Marlo with me
+I got Yogii with me
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I been workin' hard, I been grindin'
+Fuckin' up my profit on these diamonds
+My new watch say perfect timing
+I had to found it and I found it
+I just upgraded my bitch, bought her designer
+In the hood you tryna find us
+Me and my niggas we be ballin'
+We gon' go get it regardless
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I been in the trenches, I been grindin' tryna get it
+Tryna run me up a ticket
+Staying on my ten, I ain't got time for you bitches
+I been ballin' hard ain't gon' fall off my pivot
+I don't play around with these niggas, don't waste time with these niggas
+I need mine and I need it for sure
+4PF I'm ridin' for them niggas, I'll die for them niggas
+Every time you see me throwin' up fours
+Sometimes I be tired, I be sleepin'
+I ain't gon' lie, I'm an addict
+I can't help it, I be pourin' up fours
+I just got 'em in, got 'em gone
+Got it all off a phone
+I think it's time for us to get a new load
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I been workin' hard, I been grindin'
+Fuckin' up my profit on these diamonds
+My new watch say perfect timing
+I had to found it and I found it
+I just upgraded my bitch, bought her designer
+In the hood you tryna find us
+Me and my niggas we be ballin'
+We gon' go get it regardless
+
+[Verse 2: Marlo]
+I just killed a couple niggas 'cause they tried me
+Playin' with the marbles like fire
+They call me lil Marlo, not The Wire
+When I get 'em in I supply ya
+I just flood the whole block, man you know I had to get it
+Tryna run me up a ticket
+The bitch bad and she with it
+So you know I had to hit it
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I been workin' hard, I been grindin'
+Fuckin' up my profit on these diamonds
+My new watch say perfect timing
+I had to found it and I found it
+I just upgraded my bitch, bought her designer
+In the hood you tryna find us
+Me and my niggas we be ballin'
+We gon' go get it regardless
+[Verse 3: Yogii]
+Shit, now I been gettin' this paper for a minute now
+I'm tryna put gangsters in the position now
+And I been kickin' flavor so consistent
+I know that Lil Baby and Marlo with me, don't start Lil Trippy
+Gotta keep that burner on me
+I tried to turn some niggas up, they end up turnin' on me
+And I don't need a bitch around me she don't serve a purpose
+Them niggas fuckin' with you but I heard you're workin'
+Woo, you're walkin' dead
+I turned myself into a boss instead
+My biggest struggle is tryna fit a quarter mill in my barber bag
+Might hit your bitch and don't call her back, huh
+I been workin' like I want all the cash
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+I been workin' hard, I been grindin'
+Fuckin' up my profit on these diamonds
+My new watch say perfect timing
+I had to found it and I found it
+I just upgraded my bitch, bought her designer
+In the hood you tryna find us
+Me and my niggas we be ballin'
+We gon' go get it regardlessEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+TruckHead[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Dark tint on my windshield, I can barely see my headlights
+I always be paranoid so I don't stop at red lights
+She got in that Rolls truck show me with that head like
+I don't know her name, I saved her number on the truck head
+Country boy don't like the hood so I meet him in Buck head
+Lenox mall to be exact
+I count the racks, he get the bag
+I don't know why my haters mad, I keep 'em some to hate on
+Bitch can't get no second chance, I ain't the one to wait on her
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Three, two, one, I'm liftin' off
+Pick 'em out, then ship 'em off
+They don't know why I'm holding out
+But I been waitin' on the drought
+Truth bе told, I run the South
+Make me bring my numbеrs out
+They done brung the Mustard out me, fuck it, ain't no calming down
+Niggas ain't on shit can't fake kick it, I don't even come around
+She ain't wanna let me hit 'til I got lit, now she get to run around
+Seen your mans, we gon' gun him down
+We ain't playin' this summer out
+Lil Kee hard, give him a hundred thousand
+You don't own nothing, that's on a house
+Up-through, that my only route
+Big facts, that's what I'm about
+Miami with the city girl
+I just pray to God she don't run her mouth
+Stackin' mines, I ain't runnin' out
+Falling off, you gon' need some clout
+Who the hell wasn't gettin' money? Had a hundred racks in my Mama house
+Zone 4, yeah, Atlanta Falcon
+Lookin' hot, got that money pilin'
+Super picky, never need a stylist
+Taken back when I was thievin', robbing
+Runnin' up against them jeans from Robin
+Niggas gotta stop thinking sloppy
+Been through it, I can't get cocky
+Too hard, no one can stop me
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Dark tint on my windshield, I can barely see my headlights
+I always be paranoid so I don't stop at red lights
+She got in that Rolls Truck show me what that head like
+I don't know her name, I saved her number on the truck head
+Country boy don't like the hood so I meet him in Buck head
+Lenox mall to be exact
+I count the racks, he get the bag
+I don't know why my haters mad, I keep 'em some to hate on
+Bitch can't get no second chance, I ain't the one to wait on her
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Kee]
+We don't stop at red lights
+Fuck that ho if her head right
+Told my dawg, "You got that shit, watch how you move, keep lead tight"
+If I ever fall, I'ma get back up and keep on goin' 'til dead fight
+Keep my K on standby
+Tie me up, my fan die
+Don't care how close you is, I still got family on thin ice
+They know I won't ever change
+Baby gang, Lil Kee the gang
+I know that I'm good in every hood, I push up, no complaining
+Thinkin' that I'm pussy, stupid bitch, them Dracos get to singin'
+Shoot you in your shit, don't give a fuck about me bein' famous
+Baby say move smart and dangerous
+So I'ma keep my fuckin' banger
+You won't catch me lackin' even if I was slumped over off a fuckin' Xanny
+Murdered him, do a hundred thousand, get a backend in my fuckin' feelings
+You know I went fuckin' stingy, thinkin' 'bout you fuckin' dealing
+I know what I did when I signed up, so can't nobody save me
+If I ain't have shit and I went broke, who gon' take care of my baby?
+I said that my life's amazing
+I won't let a fake one take me
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Dark tint on my windshield, I can barely see my headlights
+I always be paranoid so I don't stop at red lights
+She got in that Rolls Truck show me what that head like
+I don't know her name, I saved her number on the truck head
+Country boy don't like the hood so I meet him in Buck head
+Lenox mall to be exact
+I count the racks, he get the bag
+I don't know why my haters mad, I keep 'em some to hate on
+Bitch can't get no second chance, I ain't the one to wait on herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Let Down (Uptown)[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+4 by 4 truck, pull up big as fuck
+Ain't never had shit, now a nigga mad rich
+I always thought I'd get a mil', I ain't never think about three or four
+Now the money going up now (up now), up now (yeah)
+I put diamonds on my teeth like I'm from uptown
+Now she tryna come around and let me fuck now
+I done gave 'em my all only to get let down
+Only to get let down
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I got money in my account that I'll probably never spend
+I gotta to win win, it's on my kids kids
+I got a new Benz, worth three-hundred
+But I had signed a deal, for some shit you won't believe
+I got needs, family in need
+Teach them do's and don't's
+Show 'em right from wrong
+Give 'em money every time they ask
+Knowing that I got an extra for they ass
+Know that I'll be there when they count
+I don't write checks that bounce
+I don't write checks at all
+Cash on all my cars
+I [?]
+I don't give a damn who care
+Niggas got M's everywhere
+I'm just tryna stay on top
+Confidence I'm never gon' flop
+People having hate in they heart
+I can hear it when they talk
+Know they talk bad but nothing right
+Never have this fame tear me down
+They tryna make me something I'm not
+They gon' never [?]
+Kept it real with all my fans and now I'm large (Now I'm large)
+Kept it real with all my niggas from the start, this ain't no new beginning
+Thousand dollars on denim, we finally winning, I'm thanking God (Thanking God)
+I got the squad with me
+I got the squad with me
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & Lil Jairmy]
+4 by 4 truck, pull up big as fuck
+Ain't never had shit, now a nigga mad rich
+I always thought I'd get a mil', I ain't never think about three or four
+Now the money going up now (up now), up now (yeah)
+I put diamonds on my teeth like I'm from uptown (uptown)
+Now she tryna come around and let me fuck now (fuck now)
+I done gave 'em my all only to get let down (let down)
+Only to get let down (let down)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Jairmy]
+Way I'm running with that sack, might score a touchdown
+And when I Come back with that pack, gon' buy a bustdown
+For running quick
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+4 by 4 truck, pull up big as fuck
+Ain't never had shit, now a nigga mad rich
+I always thought I'd get a mil', I ain't never think about three or four
+Now the money going up now (up now), up now (yeah)
+I put diamonds on my teeth like I'm from uptown
+Now she tryna come around and let me fuck now
+I done gave 'em my all only to get let down
+Only to get let downEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Trust[Intro: Young Scooter]
+Yeah
+Yeah Lil Baby
+You a real street nigga
+You really can't trust these niggas man
+Yeah I got 4 Pockets Full too, nigga
+
+[Chorus: Young Scooter]
+These niggas ain't real, I don't trust them
+All these plugs ain't one hundred, I don't trust them
+I got love for my bitch but I don't trust them
+All these lawyers play games, I don't trust them
+Don't ever put your trust in a fake nigga
+Don't ever put your trust in a fake bitch
+So it ain't 'bout that money, it's irrelevant
+4 Pockets Full, me and Lil Baby filthy rich
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Me and Black Amigo Scooter on the backstreets servin'
+I ain't never had a job but I'm always working
+I just sold a thousand pounds, man, my week went perfect
+I can't trust you pussy niggas 'cause I know y'all lurking
+My lawyers sold me out so I can't trust them
+My nigga Long kept it solid, gotta trust him
+Paper, paper, paper, that's the only option
+That money on me, nigga, ask your bitch, I got it
+Hundred thousand, all hundreds stuffed in all my pockets
+I ain't got no fuckin' license, I don't plan on stopping
+Got the gang in this bitch, who the fuck gon' stop me?
+I'm the topic of discussion, all these bitches talkin'
+[Chorus: Young Scooter]
+These niggas ain't real, I don't trust them
+All these plugs ain't one hundred, I don't trust them
+I got love for my bitch but I don't trust them
+All these lawyers play games, I don't trust them
+Don't ever put your trust in a fake nigga
+Don't ever put your trust in a fake bitch
+So it ain't 'bout that money, it's irrelevant
+4 Pockets Full, me and Lil Baby filthy rich
+
+[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
+Me and Lil Baby cocaine crazy
+Jugg king, an 80's baby
+4 Pockets Full with dead presidents, that's on the daily
+We don't trust these lawyers, they tried to play me
+I don't trust these plugs, they snitchin' daily
+A nigga text my phone about some bricks, boy, you talkin' crazy
+Young Scooter, I'm a trap scholar, just like Teezy Dollar
+You a broke boy with no hustle, waitin' on your partner
+I'm the boss man of my hood but I ain't the only boss
+Real street nigga, I always watch out for the triple cross
+You got caught with ten bricks and you snitched then that's a double loss
+We remixed the weed and sent it back like we couldn't get it off
+You shouldn't trust your jeweler, nigga, take that fake ass jewelry off
+A hundred mil in five years, nigga, watch how I pull it off
+Scooter!
+[Chorus: Young Scooter]
+These niggas ain't real, I don't trust them
+All these plugs ain't one hundred, I don't trust them
+I got love for my bitch but I don't trust them
+All these lawyers play games, I don't trust them
+Don't ever put your trust in a fake nigga
+Don't ever put your trust in a fake bitch
+So it ain't 'bout that money, it's irrelevant
+4 Pockets Full, me and Lil Baby filthy rich1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+LIL BABY | FUNK FLEX | #Freestyle147[Intro: Lil Baby, Funk Flex]
+What's up this your boy Lil Baby
+New album 'My Turn' out right now
+And I'm right here at Hot97 with Funk Flex
+Finna turn up
+Yessir, download that lit Digital DJ's app right now
+Funk Flex, Lil Baby, we here
+I mean, album out, whoof
+Whew
+Heater too
+Fasho
+Whoof
+Ok, DJ Juanito what you got bruh, ooh
+Yeah
+Ooh
+My turn
+My turn out everywhere
+Ooh
+Let's get it foo
+Ooh
+
+[Verse: Lil Baby]
+Me getting rich, no coincidence
+She with domestic shit
+I had to leave the bitch
+I get cheques and they be confidential
+Yeah my numbers crazy, I don't need a bitch
+Lamborghini with the top off
+Tryna do the dash, fuck a speeding ticket
+Fuck around and got my gang cracking
+Different labels wanna have a meeting with me
+Bitches lying like she creeping with me
+Knowing down well she ain't sleeping with me
+In the summer time I had a heater with me
+Who the fuck was saying I ain't lit?
+I just spent 20 racks on my kids outfit
+Baby mama bum, she don't got shit
+Why you tell my son that I'm not shit?
+You know I'm the reason that he got shit
+Rolls Royce truck off white like butter
+All these niggas in trouble
+All these hoes been fucking
+Dawg you can love her, don't trust her
+Ain't even flexed my muscles
+And I had to bust his bubble
+I ain't too rich for no scuffle
+You try me I'm bucking
+Fucking them hoes then bucking
+Told her go slow when you sucking
+You won't know when I'm cumming
+How you be humble with all of this money
+Can't go back to nothing, it's different for me
+Dior, Dior, Dior, Dior
+I put on that shit like that shit be for free
+All this turn up, turn up, turn up
+Magic City man and I keep this bitch
+I be stepping on niggas they under my f-
+Keep my Glock in my hand ain't no-one to deceit
+Yeah, you won't even know what's now
+All of us on our cars
+All of our jewellery flawless
+All of us getting to the motherfucking money
+You won't even know what's now
+All of our jewellery flawless
+All of us on our cars
+All of us getting to the motherfucking money
+[Outro: Lil Baby, Funk Flex]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ran Up[Verse]
+I get, I get money all the time (Time)
+Patek and a Cuban, put it on, it's water time
+I got foreign bitches tryna stroke on the line (On the line)
+One says she gon’ suck me loose, the other one'll end up spyin'
+Goddamn, she fine (damn, she fine)
+Read between the lines of what I’m tellin' you (Tellin' you)
+I've been tryna... run up on all these revenue
+Had to see my dawg's face on the news
+Ain't been home, but a cool two
+And still ran up my mills
+Still got a deal, yeah
+Still keep them hunnas in a fuckin' vacuum seal, yeah
+It's so crazy how these niggas want my spot (Want my spot)
+It’s so crazy that that bitch actin’ like a thot (Yeah)
+She wanna drain me and take everything I got (I got)
+Know it hurt they stomach when they see me at the lot
+But I ain't worryin’ about them niggas
+I'm just comin' for the top, yeah
+They on my jock, and they watch it and they copy it
+
+[Outro]
+All the time (All the time)
+A-a-all the time
+All the timeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Large[Chorus]
+Maybach parked outside
+Take up two parking spots
+Barely old enough to drive
+I been gettin' way too high
+Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large
+Everybody livin' large
+Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large
+Everybody livin' large
+
+[Verse]
+Started from the bottom, now the condo so big I don't see nobody
+Pink toes, long hair, runnin' 'round the lobby
+Livin' large every day like I hit the lottery, livin' large
+Five star restaurants
+Watchin' Floyd fight, we in the front
+Hawks game, we on the floor
+Niggas' bitches dirty bird me, Julio
+Take my dogs all around the globe
+Shooters with me, they go everywhere I go
+Stickin' to the code, ain't gon' never fold
+I'ma stand up like a man, that's what I was told
+Hoppin' off a plane fresh as fuck, screamin' free Steve
+We done had a damn good year, you wouldn't believe
+I done counted a whole million cash with my bare hands
+Dashboard say two twenty-five, I'm 'bout to do it
+Percocet and molly on my ass, I'm 'bout to lose it
+We been countin' cash for three hours, gettin' to it
+I don't care if they never found the body, I don't watch the news
+So much money on the floor like we just left a move
+Shootouts in broad day with the cops
+Nigga it ain't safe on my block
+Nigga came a long way from rocks
+I can not go home without the guap
+We got Glocks tucked in the stash spot
+We don't stop at stop signs, I'ma keep going
+Man they killed my dawg over nothing, we was too cool
+Remember gettin' that J to check us in when we was in high school
+Hellcat goin' real fast
+Hopin' I don't crash, I'm just tryna stay focusedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Take Off[Intro: Lil Baby]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+Take off, take off
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Stay down, get that money, take off (take off)
+Got three hundred bands in a Goyard (Goyard)
+All my niggas know it's go hard
+If I send the word they gon' come and take your face off (face off)
+I ain't never gon' stop (nah)
+Guarantee I'm gon' pop (I'm gon' pop)
+Drop an album, I won't flop (I won't flop)
+Standing on the stage, I'm a star (star)
+This shit wasn't easy, I had to work hard
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Goin' to school in a hotbox
+They killed my nigga Juan, damn near broke my heart
+I'm goin' number one when I hit the charts
+Riding 'round with a lot of money so I keep my Glock
+I blew up super fast, guess that's why they mad
+Touch my chain, murder scene, body bag
+I do this for all the shit I never had
+Gotta be her for my niece, ain't got no father, I'm her dad
+You remember we was skipping school
+Going on the move, fucked around and made the news
+I'm so glad we didn't get caught
+Looking back on it, I'm like damn I came far
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Stay down, get that money, take off (take off)
+Got three hundred bands in a Goyard (Goyard)
+All my niggas know it's go hard
+If I send the word they gon' come and take your face off (face off)
+I ain't never gon' stop (nah)
+Guarantee I'm gon' pop (I'm gon' pop)
+Drop an album, I won't flop (I won't flop)
+Standing on the stage, I'm a star (star)
+This shit wasn't easy, I had to work hard
+
+[Verse 2: Snap Dogg]
+Stayed down and came up, had to get my change up
+Only fuck with day ones, hell nah we can't change up
+Niggas ain't clutching for real, niggas ain't toting the steel
+Niggas ain't working for real, all of my niggas want M's
+They love when I'm up in the booth
+They know that I'm speaking the truth
+They feeling my pain, this shit is insane
+They know when I'm telling the truth
+For the change I'll blow off your roof
+And your partner, he gettin' it too
+It's a tag on his head, green light on his ass
+Hell yeah, go kill his whole crew
+I done came up in the city and these niggas wanna hate
+I can't fuck with niggas 'cause they really turned snake
+I ain't got time for these hoes
+I'm on the road doing shows around the globe
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+Stay down, get that money, take off (take off)
+Got three hundred bands in a Goyard (Goyard)
+All my niggas know it's go hard
+If I send the word they gon' come and take your face off (face off)
+I ain't never gon' stop (nah)
+Guarantee I'm gon' pop (I'm gon' pop)
+Drop an album, I won't flop (I won't flop)
+Standing on the stage, I'm a star (star)
+This shit wasn't easy, I had to work hardEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Plug[Intro]
+I'm on that Yo Gotti off the top of the head shit
+Shout out to the plug
+Tryin' not to go fed shit
+Yeah, for sure
+Double shout out to the plug, two times
+Freestyle
+
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, shout out to my plug, he show me love
+Shout out to my plug, he keep bringing all these drugs
+Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs
+I ain't never ever thought about runnin' off on the plug, yeah
+Shout out to the plug, that's why I'm up
+Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs
+Shout out to the plug, he keep bringing all these drugs
+I ain't never thought about runnin' off on the plug
+
+[Verse 1]
+Shout out to the plug, he got me super straight
+I'm super good, I'm living great
+All my pockets super straight
+Shout out to the plug, I got them things for cheap
+No Kodak, I smoke broccoli
+I swear I got that guap on me
+Shout out to the plug, got me flexin' in the club
+I'm the first young nigga come through Magic, spend a dub
+I got fifty on my neck, 'nother dub on my wrist
+I got twenty in my ear, when I talk my shit just glist'
+These bitches waitin' on me
+Got they baby daddies hatin' on me
+Make sure you tell 'em that that paper on me
+Make sure you tell 'em I ain't never running
+Heard them niggas coming for 'em, tell 'em niggas push up on me
+[Chorus]
+Show me, show me, show me love
+Shout out to my plug, he keep bringing all these drugs
+Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs
+I ain't never ever thought about runnin' off on the plug, yeah
+Shout out to the plug, that's why I'm up
+Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs
+Shout out to the plug, he keep bringing all these drugs
+I ain't never thought about runnin' off on the plug
+
+[Verse 2]
+I don't count it, I just get it, put it up, do it again
+All these bitches mad at me 'cause I'm fuckin' on they friends
+Hundred twenty-three thousand, I just went crazy again
+All white glass coupe, I'm a fuckin' loose screw
+Hangin' out the sunroof in that SRT Jeep
+I can't wait 'til that track car come out, I'm gon' be first on the street
+Yeah, I got P's for the low
+Twenty-five, five low
+Rest in peace to Shawty Lo
+I'm gettin' money on them niggas
+I know they see it, I be stuntin' on them niggas
+Stop hatin', nigga, put the bag behind the kid
+And I did what I did
+I ain't have to hit no licks, ten toes in the bricks
+I'm gettin' money, nigga
+[Chorus]
+Show me, show me, show me love
+Shout out to my plug, he keep bringing all these drugs
+Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs
+I ain't never ever thought about runnin' off on the plug, yeah
+Shout out to the plug, that's why I'm up
+Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs
+Shout out to the plug, he keep bringing all these drugs
+I ain't never thought about runnin' off on the plugEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lil Baby Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle #117[Verse 1]
+Mr. Planet had to hop on a lear
+[?], these are mirrors
+Goin' crazy, had a hell of a year
+Big dog when I look in the mirror
+Solitary, five carats, my ear
+Foreign vibes, I be gettin' 'em here
+Off-White jacket, Louis pants, I got [?]
+Porsche Panamera, switchin' the gears
+I'm the fashion god, I don't gotta drip
+Just one hunnid, keep on sendin' these hits
+Big blue truck, bitch I'm a crip
+Layin' off in my city, Jay Prince
+Any disrespect, he gotta get flipped
+Not a cheap jeep, bitch it's a benz
+Ran it up and I ain't fuckin' wit' them
+Bitches mad 'cause I'm fuckin' they friends
+I ain't trippin', we could cut off the end
+[?] in my account, I got Ms
+Free all the bros down the road doin' ten
+When they come home we gon' do it again
+I don't give a fuck about havin' no friends
+Don't give a fuck about havin' no friendsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+906*[Intro]
+Remy
+
+[Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
+First it was a Rollie
+Then I bought a Patek
+Then I bought a Richie
+Then I bought a AP
+Everything on freezer
+We be goin' crazy
+Me and PnB, me and Lil Baby
+Big 40's and a whole lotta' 80's
+See it through the t-shirt, I ain't got to say it
+Big Glocks and it ain't even got a safety
+Don't look at me crazy
+
+[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
+I ain't worry bout my old hoes
+Bitch I'm so cold
+Wrist on froze, my Patek Rose Gold
+Pinky snow cone
+Throw it back, get on your elbow
+Fuck your cell phone
+Yeah i heard you put in work
+Come and get your throat
+Bone
+[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
+I ain't bragging, all my cars push-start
+....EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Trending Freestyle[Chorus]
+I'm trending, I'm trending
+Shootin' dice, shirt off in the middle of Memphis, of Memphis
+I know them niggas hitters so all the sticks came with me, with me
+Shootin' ceelo, fucked around, won a fifty, a fifty
+It was me and C-Bo, Z-Bo gettin' busy, busy
+Niggas screaming they don't like me
+Fuck them niggas, we can get it, get it
+Nigga shot at the Sprinter, not a shot didn't even hit it, hit it
+Soon as we find out who did it, he gon' come up missin', missin'
+Go against me, lose your life, this shit can get risky, risky
+
+[Verse 1]
+Ah shit, ah shit
+I'm in the booth with a carbon
+Niggas be sayin' they gon' rob me
+See them niggas, they keep walkin'
+I'm with my dogs, they barking
+Any problems, then they sparking
+We was posted up on Spark
+Tryna get it in the dark
+Nigga we gettin' it, we gettin'
+I fuck with Yo Gotti and Dolph so this shit ain't my business, my business
+You need a pack and the money good, I'ma send it, send it
+My youngins shootin' shit, they don't give a fuck, they ign'ant, they ign'ant
+I ain't goin' back and forth, a nigga better not diss me
+I did my time on my own
+Stood up like a man and claimed that shit
+Every time I turn around, a pussy nigga got my name in shit
+I bust it down with my niggas, I do my show with my glizzy
+Fuckin' other niggas' bitches, Hi-Tech on me, I been sippin'
+They just keep on takin' pictures, they know me
+[Chorus]
+I'm trending, I'm trending
+Shootin' dice, shirt off in the middle of Memphis, of Memphis
+I know them niggas hitters so all the sticks came with me, with me
+Shootin' ceelo, fucked around, won a fifty, a fifty
+It was me and C-Bo, Z-Bo gettin' busy, busy
+Niggas screaming they don't like me
+Fuck them niggas, we can get it, get it
+Nigga shot at the Sprinter, not a shot didn't even hit it, hit it
+Soon as we find out who did it, he gon' come up missin', missin'
+Go against me, lose your life, this shit can get risky, risky
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm in this bitch with Lil Marlo
+I'm sippin' syrup by the bottle, yeah yeah
+Bitches love me, they gon' follow
+They gon' bust it for a dollar, yeah yeah
+Zay, that my brother, swear that I love him
+Nigga try him, we gon' bust, it get ugly
+Me and Big Dre was fucked up together
+I found a plug and sent some pounds to the ghetto
+I had to sell some bags to make a profit
+I get the money, ain't no other option
+Ain't cuffin' no bitch, I don't fuck with the coppin'
+Get the bag and bust it down with my partners
+I'm trending
+Built Ford tough, I ain't foldin', I ain't bending, bending
+Count the money last night and this shit was a million, million
+I had a vision I was gon' be rich
+I spent a whole seventy on my wrist
+I won't go in if my lil niggas can't get in
+They was frontin' on a nigga back then
+Now I done fucked her and all of her friends
+She'll never give that answer again
+They ain't write when I was stuck in the pen
+Guess them niggas couldn't find a pen
+[Chorus]
+I'm trending, I'm trending
+Shootin' dice, shirt off in the middle of Memphis, of Memphis
+I know them niggas hitters so all the sticks came with me, with me
+Shootin' ceelo, fucked around, won a fifty, a fifty
+It was me and C-Bo, Z-Bo gettin' busy, busy
+Niggas screaming they don't like me
+Fuck them niggas, we can get it, get it
+Nigga shot at the Sprinter, not a shot didn't even hit it, hit it
+Soon as we find out who did it, he gon' come up missin', missin'
+Go against me, lose your life, this shit can get risky, riskyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ballin*Lyrics from Snippet
+
+[Verse]
+...Thuggin'
+It's so real and you know when I'm taxin'
+Get to ballin', I'ma score, I'm not passin'
+Got no girls but one hoe, know I ain't clashin' it
+I done ran up a dub on they ass again
+For the streets, I'm the voice, I'm a African
+Ask the plug, that's the most he done ever seen
+Niggas broke, what's the most you could never spend?
+Gettin' paid, this the most I done ever savedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lil Baby Freestyle With DJ Clue[Verse]
+Yeah, yeah
+Got my ways from the block
+Not my dad, no shame on my pops
+Tryna change the game and how I rock
+My son be saying Glock
+My mans still selling weed but he ain't me so I can't tell him stop
+Then again I'm happy its just weed and he ain't selling block
+Young, rich, and black hopping out Maybachs
+Build my catalogue up get some artists so I can lay back
+Thought I was dumb but I got too much sense under this A hat
+Answer every call I know its hard I told him we gonna shake back
+All the shit we done when we was young I'm guessing this is payback
+Heard they give you deals for meals somebody tell me where I pay at
+Heard you still be in the field been here for years this where I'm safe at
+Me, God, and Ben Frank' the only ones know where my safe at
+Fuck all that being calm I bought a foreign its on the way back
+Had a spot on every street it ain't no condo we ain't play at
+In your heart know I'm the one seem like your tongue won't let you say that
+We gonna fire all our arms this your warning nigga stay back
+Baguetti spaghetti all on my arm I used to starve
+M in my garage I really used to steal cars
+Petty shit don't bother me I know I was gonna go far
+Only thing that bothers me is my sons without their fathers
+Im just being honest
+Never show no feelings about money thats a women's trait
+My momma good, my sister's good, I turned up my whole fucking hoodEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Kingpin*Lyrics from Snippets
+
+[Verse]
+Prolly never set the time on my watch, this shit the flex for me
+You say she ain't hittin', she get wet for me
+I was in the trenches tryin' my best to be a kingpin
+Crushed the whole last year, now it's time to go again
+Can't wait 'til this virus end, I'm packin' out my shows again
+Used to want two hunnid, now it's four, you know I double shit
+Soon as I catch them I'm gon' get up, I ain't on no cutter shit
+Try to fuck my bitch behind my back, that ain't no brother shit
+Catch me out in traffic in some other shit
+I done everything I wanted to do, I made another mil'
+[...] YEEZY
+Diamonds dancin' on me, Chris Breezy
+Swеar EST Gee the new Jeezy
+Come through in that CR1 creepin', crawlin'
+Pay attеntion, you already peep us ballin'
+Eight times out of ten, this shit I'm sayin' is really real
+Went so hard last year, my label gave me twenty Ms
+I'm cool with that, you shoot at me, I'm shootin' back
+Glock .23, a fool with that, bitch, this a Demon, it's not a 'Cat
+Took my semen and left her scratch
+Guess this her lil' evidence
+I'm the one who really run this shit, I swear it's evident, ah, yeah
+How you comin'? With a lotta money
+Hunnids, dubs gon' take too long to count
+Yeah, put a dub in lil' bro mouth, yeah
+Play with us, we gun you down, yeah
+Yeah, this jacket, it's Dior, I remember bein'...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Cheap[Intro:]
+Cook that shit up, Quay
+
+[Verse 1:]
+We used to play the game on the porch
+My momma was trippin, we couldn’t have company
+I used to think I would never accomplish it
+Still can’t believe the day that I accomplished it
+I turned Balenciagas to some trap shoes
+I don’t dance I make trap moves
+All these hoes on me since I ran it up
+Got so many groupies, start a fan club
+Got so many choppas, start a gun club
+If I’m down bad I might give it up
+When we catch yo’ ass, nigga that’s yo’ ass
+All my lil boys, we gon’ wet you up
+Get a Instagram model to set you up
+Get that hoe a dub, she won’t say a word
+I was on the curb, took a lot of nerve
+Took a lot of pеrcs, now I’m sellin’ birds
+
+[Chorus:]
+I been gettin’ money and staying lowkеy
+And I’m never gon’ fall, imma stay on my feet
+How the fuck you gon’ cuff her you know she a freak
+If I blow up today imma stay in the streets
+How the fuck imma quit when these bags so cheap?
+Bags so cheap
+How the fuck imma quit when these bags so cheap?
+Bags so cheap
+[Verse 2:]
+Hundred racks on me now nigga
+All this water on me, you will drown nigga
+I was runnin’ round sellin’ pounds nigga
+Who the hell is you? I never heard of you
+Got some lil homies that’ll murder you
+They will gun you down for a pair of shoes
+I turned a brick to a brick and a half
+And that shit glass, you do the math
+
+[Chorus:]
+I been gettin’ money and staying lowkey
+And I’m never gon’ fall, imma stay on my feet
+How the fuck you gon’ cuff her you know she a freak
+If I blow up today imma stay in the streets
+How the fuck imma quit when these bags so cheap?
+Bags so cheap
+How the fuck imma quit when these bags so cheap?
+Bags so cheapEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+FashionLyrics to this song have not yet been released. Please check back once this song has been releasedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Made It*Lyrics from Snippets
+
+[Lil Baby]
+We done made it to another year, I'm swipin' all my cards again
+Everything is the latest, can't complain 'cause I made it
+Who am I gon' judge? I don't never hold nothin'
+I don't never hold grudges
+Went to Miami for a concert
+Hit Chanel store for my [?]
+I spent three hundred on the Mercedes
+If I keep going, I'll be the greatest
+I put...
+
+...Celtics
+Tried to quit the lean but I can't help it
+I'll be rich as fuck until I'm breathless
+Made a million bucks today for breakfast
+Therе's not a lot of us, we don't need extras
+Real Atlanta nigga, free lil Yola, I ain't gon' lеt up
+
+[Lil Kee]
+Yeah [?] understand
+Two stacks on me when I pull on the Glock, don't need no helping hand, uh, uh, uhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Sunday Morning[Chorus]
+Soon as I push up, I get in my car( yeah)
+I only drank acurin, I don't take bar
+Ran my stats up, fuck on stars
+Whenever my mood change, I switch my cars
+Diamonds on blue wrath came through dripping like a Sunday morning
+I just been stacking patient, this birthday prolly ride me a fari
+Still bought it hard like Jordan, walk in the back with my forty
+Everywhere i go they recording, stay down now important
+
+[Verse 1]
+Real street nigga i ain't fighting nah, we don't do one on ones
+Fuck you think we taking chances riding with all these guns
+I ain't ever play the flute, but i keep this band and i got this drum(yeah)
+Young nigga just finish high school, but he just got a eshpill he going dumb
+I seen em watching trying to get the recipe, I'll be goddamned if I let them get the best of me
+Money on me no regular pedestrian, I put the dope in pots make it stress again
+I pay security ain't no touching me, everything guaranteed when you fuck with me
+Everything double c its a luxury, she just mad cause she can't get enough of me
+There ain't no Y in team, we on that fuckery
+Bitch I want mill ticket, ain't no cuffing me
+Bitch you can't come with me ain't no company, how you a boss and you don't want company
+Pussy good, ass fat that shit come for me, wish a nigga would, I ain't no rapper b
+I be in the hood where all of the trappers be,everywhere I go I keep the strap on me
+
+[Chorus]
+Soon as I push up,I get in my car (yeah)
+I only drank acurin, I don't take bar
+Ran my stats up, fuck on stars
+Whenever my mood change, I switch my cars(yeah)
+Diamonds on blue wrath came through dripping like a Sunday morning
+I just been stacking patient, this birthday prolly ride me  fari
+Still bought it hard like jordan, walk in the back with my forty
+Everywhere I go they recording, stay down now im important1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Money, Diamonds & Violence[Verse 1]
+I ain't gone tell them to blow all they money on no jewelry
+You see that house yo momma live in, I'm tryna buy that bitch
+You see him postin' on the gram but he ain't buyin' shit
+A few pics and videos could have the world tricked
+A few racks, a new bag could get yo girl hit
+It's real crazy man this world that we live in
+They like, "all he talk about is money, diamonds, violence"
+But I'm really preaching bout what's going on around me
+And they really picked up my brother up for a body
+And that other shit that happened, I don't know about it
+I handle it when it happen, that's how I go about it
+Bettеr stand up on your word, don't be no hoe about it
+
+[Open Verse]
+
+[Verse 2]
+My lil woadie gotta shotty, hе be slammin shit like Jordan
+Turn my phone off when it's murder, that hoe Siri won't record me
+Had to post up with no coat when it was cold but it was working
+Ain't no holiday, ain't no birthday when that pack came we be working
+I don't care if he be robbin', he got money we gone serve him
+I don't question god, I feel like if it's dead he deserved it
+Took my life out the streets, put it on beats, guess that's my purpose
+Keep it real on every song I'm on, I'm guessing that's my purpose
+[Open Verse]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Boutta Blow[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I ain't sold no bags in a minute
+I can't speak for none of the bros, what they do, that ain't my business
+This a Hellcat when I'm ridin', not no Hemi (Skrrt, skrrt)
+Image all authentic, I ain't had to pull no gimmicks
+Multi-millionaire, I'm still rockin' Dickies
+Just got off the phone with Pee, he told me I ain't got no limit
+I'm a superstar, I still be in the trenches
+I can't rock with none of you busters, man, I swear to God, I'm different, ayy
+Thousand pair of white Air Force 1's, I signed with Finish Line
+I'm just waitin' on your favorite cappin' rapper to finish lyin'
+They already know what's up, don't play with him, give me mine
+Tried to tell 'em that I was the one, I gave 'em plenty signs
+Forgiato rider, I got them on every whip
+Now I'm handlin' business with Doritos, I need my chip
+I know if you stay down, you'll go far, go hard, don't trip
+Look at me, I'm shinin' like a light from my neck to my wrist, woah
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & AK The Menace] x2
+I just brought awards back to the hood so we can toast up
+I can't even say how much I'm getting for a show
+I be tryin' to dodge the blogs, I'm tryin' to keep it on the low
+In the studio, I'm going hard, I swear I'm 'bout to blow
+
+[Verse 2: AK The Menace]
+Yeah, boutta blow, I deliver hits like it’s Domino’s
+Four pockets full in designer clothes, I got that kick back when I go
+You know my wrist wet how it glow
+Marble floors take your shoes off, Forgiato when I cruise off
+That ain’t the only thing in my crib with some mileage and a body kit
+I body rappers make a punching bag
+I uppercut into upperclass, If you try to cut I got upper mags
+I’m over everything but God, I came from the dirt and you just sod
+I take off a slice like a buzzsaw, I make it look easy like magic
+Tada, II give her lockjaw, RIP my brother Jah Jah
+I’m tryna get it for my partner, I’m a YRK like my bro Shawn
+I cut off frauds, I don’t cut lawns, I keep a piece; commission
+Never question my position
+I’m a MVP, I’m a CEO, jit, I’m boutta Blow (Bwah)
+[Chorus: Lil Baby & AK The Menace] x2
+I just brought awards back to the hood so we can toast up
+I can't even say how much I'm getting for a show
+I be tryin' to dodge the blogs, I'm tryin' to keep it on the low
+In the studio, I'm going hard, I swear I'm 'bout to blow4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Commercial (Original)[Intro: Drake & Lil Juice]
+(Tay Keith, this too hard)
+(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+I paid some extra before we even come out
+And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin'
+I hit the bitch and I gave her some racks
+And I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin'
+Go on a store run and get rubber bands
+I done got rich, I done put on my mans
+Choppers in traffic, that's just how I'm livin'
+They say that I'm trippin', they wouldn't understand
+She take a trip, she come back with a tan
+I take a trip, I come back with them bands
+When I was dealin', it really was killin' 'em
+Had 'em competin', tryna see what I'm payin'
+She throw a hoodie on soon as we land
+She don't like pics, I got too many fans
+I'm runnin' shit, I can do what I want
+And it's really a limit, you do what you can
+I found the booth and I put that shit up
+'Fore I run out of cash, they gonna run out of land
+I fell in love with this bitch 'cause her head was amazing
+I swear I don't even know her name
+I'm 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance
+They gave me ten M&M's on advance
+Thought I'd be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me
+I guess it was part of the plan
+How he on fire, but he cool as a fan?
+Can't get at you, we gon' get at your man
+They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' it
+Put in they face, let 'em see what I'm sayin'
+I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band
+Free all the bros, know I would if I can
+If I don't mean it, I swear I ain't sayin' it
+'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smashin'
+[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
+Yeah
+Still getting 28 hundred for a bag
+Belt cost a rack only reason I’m savage, flashing
+500 thousand on a mansion
+Another 250 boy we smashing
+Got the head help her beat cancer
+9 outta 10 she a dancer
+Say 9 outta 9 ima bash her
+Fuck her friend now she won’t answer
+Bitch please
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
+Nigga I don’t need no stylist
+Told you that’s childish
+My lil' boy 4 I'on even gotta style him
+Probably on the jet with the bros getting higher
+Rich lil' bitch she gon be the next Kylie
+Rolls-Royce truck come through we gliding (Sliding)
+Opps come show we ain’t doing no hiding
+G-Wagon 2 years, still no mileage
+Joc got life and I told him I got him
+I ain’t gotta say too much we wit it
+Anything happen run away we did it
+If [?] come in it
+Put it up by the dime every time that I get it
+I know they was hoping I would lose we winning
+Turn around look down Look double lieutenant
+I don’t sell drugs no more I’m finished
+Tell the bitch to drive the rental car then get it tented...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+December 24th (Money, Diamonds & Violence)[Verse 1]
+I ain't gone tell them to blow all they money on no jewelry
+You see that house yo momma live in, I'm tryna buy that bitch
+You see him postin' on the gram but he ain't buyin' shit
+A few pics and videos could have the world tricked
+A few racks, a new bag could get yo girl hit
+It's real crazy man this world that we live in
+They like, "all he talk about is money, diamonds, violence"
+But I'm really preaching bout what's going on around me
+And they really picked up my brother up for a body
+And that other shit that happened, I don't know about it
+I handle it when it happen, that's how I go about it
+Better stand up on your word, don't be no hoe about it
+
+[Open Verse]
+
+[Verse 2]
+My lil woadie gotta shotty, he be slammin shit like Jordan
+Turn my phone off when it's murder, that hoe Siri won't record me
+Had to post up with no coat when it was cold but it was working
+Ain't no holiday, ain't no birthday when that pack came we be working
+I don't care if he be robbin', he got money we gone serve him
+I don't question god, I feel like if it's dead he deserved it
+Took my life out the streets, put it on beats, guess that's my purpose
+Keep it real on every song I'm on, I'm guessing that's my purpose
+[Open Verse]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Wit Me[Intro]
+Know what I'm sayin'? (Cook that shit up, Quay)
+Studio [way?], know what I'm sayin'? I got the bros in this motherfucker with me
+Know what I'm sayin'? Couple hoes runnin' 'round
+Know what I'm sayin'? My ho' gon' kill me when she hear that
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+You get money and stay humble, that's the weight off (Weight off)
+Got some homies that'll hit you like you way off (Way off)
+Told the bros "Give me me a minute, we gon' take off", yeah
+We gon' take off
+
+[Verse 1]
+Back and forth like tennis, got a condo up in Lennox (Lennox)
+Bitches all in my business (Business)
+Mad they can't get this drip in (Drip in)
+But it's okay (Okay)
+Told my niggas it'd be okay (Okay)
+I got Travis in here with me (With me), and Mackie in here with me (With me)
+I got Marlo in here with me (With me), and C.N.O.T.E. in here with me (With me)
+I got DT in here with me (With me), got Tito in here with me (With me)
+Got [Dido ?] in here with me, all my niggas comin' with me
+It's okay, oh (It's okay, oh)
+All my niggas, we gon' play ball (We gon' play ball)
+On the block we makin' plays, dawg (Plays, dawg)
+We tryna get us a milli', we tryna get us a milli'
+We tryna get us a million for our daughters and our sons (Sons), yeah
+We don't play with none you niggas (No niggas)
+We don't play with none you bitches (No bitches)
+I'ma run me up them digits (Them digits)
+Then split it with my niggas (Yeah)
+[Chorus]
+You get money and stay humble, that's the weight off (Weight off)
+Got some homies that'll hit you like you way off (Way off)
+Told the bros "Give me me a minute, we gon' take off", yeah
+We gon' take off
+
+[Verse 2]
+Fold a nigga up, matchbook
+Two-thousand dollars each foot
+I can tell they mad by they looks
+They can't understood what we doin'
+My jeweler call me "Sonny" the way I play it off (Play it off)
+Diamonds on me, bangin' like I play ball (Play ball)
+All these niggas throwin' like I don't play at all (Play at all)
+I don't play at all (Play at all), I don't play at all (Play at all)
+I go hard for my team (My team)
+I really had a dream (My dream)
+Most days I'm Martin Luther King (King), with some zips in my jeans (My jeans)
+I was servin' to the fiends on a daily basis, yeah (Daily basis), on a daily basis
+My niggas, they got cases (They cases), I swear, I hope they hope they beat 'em (Beat 'em)
+Lord knows, they need they freedom (Freedom)
+Got us sellin' all this reefer (Reefer)
+'Cause these lawyers got fees, and we still gotta eat (I eat)
+Every night I hit my knees (I do, I do), thank God for blessin' me (I do)
+It's okay, dawg (Okay, dawg)
+Told my niggas "It's okay, y'all" (Okay, y'all)
+[Chorus]
+You get money and stay humble, that's the weight off (Weight off)
+Got some homies that'll hit you like you way off (Way off)
+Told the bros "Give me me a minute, we gon' take off", yeah
+We gon' take off
+
+[Outro]
+Do this for my niggas, all my niggas comin' with me
+We got choppers, we got semis
+We got .40s with extensions
+Free all of my dawgs, can't wait 'til they come home
+Can't wait to put 'em on
+Give 'em fifty racks or moreEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lilbaby closer friendsWe stared off is closer frindse how you turen to my girl frinedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Magnum Freestyle[Intro]
+Al Geno on the track
+
+[Verse]
+I guess they mad 'cause I got what I got, but I be laughing
+Even though I ain't have much, I had a bad one
+Soon as you don't what they say, they try and bash you
+She already know how I play, just bring the magnum
+Every car I got 'til I die gon' be the fast one
+I knew I was gon' get rich sitting in the classroom
+Designer garments come from Paris, ain't keeping score but I know I passed him
+Make love to her with a passion
+Feelings in the air and I grab one
+Always keep a gold one, it fits right with my fashion
+I'm not fearing no one, I put that on both sons
+I done done so much for 'em, if I cut 'em off, then what?
+Situation get rеal tough, but I ain't never gon' give up
+Ain't nеver took it off for her, but I still found real loveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lil Baby Discography ListProjects:2017:Perfect Timing↗
+Harder Than Hard↗
+2 The Hard Way↗
+Too Hard↗2018:Harder Than Ever↗
+Drip Harder↗
+Street Gossip↗2020:My Turn↗
+My Turn (Deluxe)↗2021:The Voice of the Heroes↗2017 Drops:Racks In: April 11th, 2017↗
+Days Off: April 14th, 2017↗
+9TO5: April 14th, 2017↗
+For You: April 14th, 2017↗
+100 Round: April 14th, 2017↗
+Grindin: April 14th, 2017↗
+Up: April 14th, 2017↗
+Plug: April 14th, 2017↗
+Our Year: April 14th, 2017↗
+Trust: April 14th, 2017↗
+Rider: April 15th, 2017↗
+Option: May 1st, 2017↗
+Large: July 7th, 2017↗
+Good On It (Lil Baby feature): July 10th, 2017↗
+My Dawg: July 12th, 2017↗
+A-Town: July 18th, 2017↗
+Dates: July 18th, 2017↗
+My Drip: July 18th, 2017↗
+Minute: July 18th, 2017↗
+Life: July 18th, 2017↗
+Narcs: July 18th, 2017↗
+Ride or Die: July 18th, 2017↗
+Stendo: July 18th, 2017↗
+Pink Slip: July 18th, 2017↗
+Survive Da Motion: July 18th, 2017↗
+Set Up Shop (Lil Baby feature): July 18th, 2017↗
+2 the Hard Way: October 9th, 2017↗
+Set Up Shop (Remix): October 9th, 2017↗
+Big Tymers: October 9th, 2017↗
+Rac Racing: October 9th, 2017↗
+My Nigga: October 9th, 2017↗
+Whatchu Gon Do: October 9th, 2017↗
+Time After Time: October 9th, 2017↗
+Chance: October 9th, 2017↗
+Really Did It: October 9th, 2017↗
+Trap Phone (Lil Baby feature): October 17th, 2017↗
+Bag After Bag (Lil Baby feature): October 17th, 2017↗
+Balmains (Lil Baby feature): October 23rd, 2017↗
+Pull Up (Lil Baby feature): October 23rd, 2017↗
+Fasho (Lil Baby feature): October 24th, 2017↗
+Freestyle: November 5th, 2017↗
+Vision Clear: November 6th, 2017↗
+Door Lock (Lil Baby feature): November 7th, 2017↗
+Lil Cali & Pakistan (Lil Baby feature): November 8th, 2017↗
+Usain Bolt (Lil Baby feature): November 11th, 2017↗
+Dopeboyz of America (Lil Baby feature): November 23rd, 2017↗
+Trending Freestyle: November 23rd, 2017↗
+Shit Together (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): November 23, 2017↗
+To the Top: December 1st, 2017↗
+Money: December 1st, 2017↗
+All of a Sudden: December 1st, 2017↗
+Money Forever: December 1st, 2017↗
+Best of Me: December 1st, 2017↗
+Ride My Wave: December 1st, 2017↗
+Hurry: December 1st, 2017↗
+Sum More: December 1st, 2017↗
+Going For It: December 1st, 2017↗
+Slow Mo: December 1st, 2017↗
+Trap Star: December 1st, 2017↗
+Eat Or Starve: December 1st, 2017↗
+Dive In: December 1st, 2017↗
+Stick On Me: December 1st, 2017↗
+My Dawg (Remix): December 5th, 2017↗
+Good Life (Lil Baby feature): December 5th, 2017↗
+The Load: December 8th, 2017↗
+Sides: December 8th, 2017↗
+Hook Up: December 8th, 2017↗
+Wrist (Lil Baby feature): December 14th, 2017↗
+Candler 2 West End (Lil Baby feature): December 25th, 2017↗2018 Drops:Racks On Des Diamonds (Lil Baby feature): January 5th, 2018↗
+Picture Perfect (Lil Baby feature): January 12th, 2018↗
+Servin (Lil Baby feature): January 12th, 2018↗
+No Point (Lil Baby feature): January 16th, 2018↗
+Take Off: January 20th, 2018↗
+I Remember (Lil Baby feature): January 25th, 2018↗
+Oh Okay (Lil Baby feature): February 2nd, 2018↗
+Shoe Box (Lil Baby feature): February 5th, 2018↗
+On My Own (Lil Baby feature): February 6th, 2018↗
+Day in My Hood (Lil Baby feature): February 9th, 2018↗
+One Day (Lil Baby feature): February 9th, 2018↗
+FWM (Lil Baby feature): February 14th, 2018↗
+Hoop Dreams (Lil Baby feature): February 14th, 2018↗
+Thug Life (Lil Baby feature): February 21st, 2018↗
+Fake Love (Lil Baby feature): February 21st, 2018↗
+Street Smart (Lil Baby feature): March 2nd, 2018↗
+MICKEY (Lil Baby feature): March 9th, 2018↗
+Up One (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): March 13th, 2018↗
+How I Know (Lil Baby feature): March 29th, 2018↗
+I’m Gettin’ Paid (Lil Baby feature): April 10th, 2018↗
+No Socks (Lil Baby feature): April 14th, 2018↗
+Sold Out Dates (Lil Baby feature): April 17th, 2018↗
+Southside: April 23rd, 2018↗
+Never Needed No Help: April 23rd, 2018↗
+Traumatized (Lil Baby feature) [Deleted]: April 26th, 2018↗
+Gossip (Lil Baby feature): May 1st, 2018↗
+100 Racks (Lil Baby feature): May 2nd, 2018↗
+Trap House (Lil Baby feature): May 2nd, 2018↗
+Bankrupt (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): May 11th, 2018↗
+Yes Indeed: May 12th, 2018↗
+I Just Want The Cash (Lil Baby feature): May 17th, 2018↗
+Intro: May 18th, 2018↗
+Spazz: May 18th, 2018↗
+I’m Straight: May 18th, 2018↗
+Exotic: May 18th, 2018↗
+Leaked: May 18th, 2018↗
+Bank: May 18th, 2018↗
+Cash: May 18th, 2018↗
+Throwing Shade: May 18th, 2018↗
+First Class: May 18th, 2018↗
+Right Now: May 18th, 2018↗
+Life Goes On: May 18th, 2018↗
+Transporter: May 18th, 2018↗
+Fit In: May 18th, 2018↗
+Boss Bitch: May 18th, 2018↗
+Dirty Money (Lil Baby feature): May 30th, 2018↗
+This Morning (Lil Baby feature): June 3rd, 2018↗
+Today (Lil Baby feature): June 3rd, 2018↗
+Talk 2 Cheap (Lil Baby feature): June 15th, 2018↗
+Gamble (Lil Baby feature): June 15th, 2018↗
+Bout 2 Win (Lil Baby feature): June 19th, 2018↗
+Another Planet (Lil Baby feature): July 2nd, 2018↗
+Posse (Lil Baby feature): July 13th, 2018↗
+No Cutt (Lil Baby feature): August 3rd, 2018↗
+2 Official (Lil Baby feature): August 7th, 2018↗
+Racks on Me (Lil Baby feature): August 7th, 2018↗
+Blue Strips (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): August 17th, 2018↗
+Chanel (Go Get It) (Lil Baby feature): August 17th, 2018↗
+Looking For 30's: August 17th, 2018↗
+Walk In (Lil Baby feature): August 21st, 2018↗
+Weight (Lil Baby feature): August 22nd, 2018↗
+Drip Too Hard: September 9th, 2018↗
+Ice (Lil Baby feature): September 10th, 2018↗
+Anything Goes (Lil Baby feature): September 14th, 2018↗
+Do It (Lil Baby feature): September 17th, 2018↗
+Geek’d (Lil Baby feature): September 18th, 2018↗
+Check On Me (Lil Baby feature): September 19th, 2018↗
+Nervous (Lil Baby feature): September 20th, 2018↗
+Off The Muscle (Lil Baby feature): September 21st, 2018↗
+That Weight (Lil Baby feature): September 26th, 2018↗
+Cash Rules (Lil Baby feature): September 28th, 2018↗
+Sunday Morning (Lil Baby feature): September 28th, 2018↗
+Downfall (Lil Baby feature): September 28th, 2018↗
+Blue Tips (Lil Baby feature): October 1st, 2018↗
+Today (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): October 2nd, 2018↗
+Off White VLONE: October 5th, 2018↗
+Business Is Business: October 5th, 2018↗
+Belly: October 5th, 2018↗
+Deep End: October 5th, 2018↗
+Underdog: October 5th, 2018↗
+I Am: October 5th, 2018↗
+Seals Pills: October 5th, 2018↗
+My Jeans: October 5th, 2018↗
+Close Friends: October 5th, 2018↗
+Never Recover: October 5th, 2018↗
+LET ME FIND OUT (Lil Baby feature): October 10th, 2018↗
+LOSE IT (Lil Baby feature): October 11th, 2018↗
+Pablo Remix (Lil Baby feature): October 12th, 2018↗
+SaintLaurentYSL (Lil Baby feature): October 19th, 2018↗
+FlEXiBle (Lil Baby feature): October 26th, 2018↗
+Rapper & Trapper (Lil Baby feature): October 31st, 2018↗
+All Rats Must Die (Lil Baby feature): October 31st, 2018↗
+Lil Bebe (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): November 2nd, 2018↗
+Fugazi (Lil Baby feature): November 9th, 2018↗
+HIBACHI (Lil Baby feature): November 15th, 2018↗
+Season (Lil Baby feature): November 16th, 2018↗
+Fall Back (Lil Baby feature): November 16th, 2018↗
+TIC TOC (Lil Baby feature): November 27th, 2018↗
+Far Gone (Lil Baby feature): November 30th, 2018↗
+Global: November 30th, 2018↗
+Pure Cocaine: November 30th, 2018↗
+Crush a Lot: November 30th, 2018↗
+Time: November 30th, 2018↗
+Ready: November 30th, 2018↗
+Word on the Street: November 30th, 2018↗
+This Week: November 30th, 2018↗
+Anyway: November 30th, 2018↗
+No Friends: November 30th, 2018↗
+Realist in It: November 30th, 2018↗
+Section 8: November 30th, 2018↗
+Chastised: November 30th, 2018↗
+Dreams 2 Reality: November 30th, 2018↗
+Alley Oop (Lil Baby feature): December 13th, 2018↗
+Need Sum Mo (Lil Baby feature): December 14th, 2018↗
+Had To Do It (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2018↗
+Cross Me (Lil Baby feature): December 20th, 2018↗
+can’t leave without it (Lil Baby feature): December 21st, 2018↗
+Chances Make Champions (Lil Baby feature): December 27th, 2018↗2019 Drops:Done With Her (Lil Baby feature): January 18th, 2019↗
+Times 10 (Lil Baby feature): January 18th, 2019↗
+Put a Date on It (Lil Baby feature): January 25th, 2019↗
+Run Up A Bag (Lil Baby feature): February 13th, 2019↗
+SOMETHING NEW (Lil Baby feature): February 15th, 2019↗
+Derek Fisher (Lil Baby feature): February 22nd, 2019↗
+Trap (Lil Baby feature): February 28th, 2019↗
+EX (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): March 8th, 2019↗
+Not Us (Lil Baby feature): March 15th, 2019↗
+Your Peace (Lil Baby feature): March 22nd, 2019↗
+SaintLaurentYSL (The Martinez Brothers Re-Edit) (Lil Baby feature): April 10th, 2019↗
+Call Me Daddy (Lil Baby feature): April 12th, 2019↗
+Got Em Mad (Lil Baby feature): April 19th, 2019↗
+Wave (Lil Baby feature): April 26th, 2019↗
+Water (Lil Baby feature): April 26th, 2019↗
+Pretty Penny (Lil Baby feature): April 26th, 2019↗
+Pain: May 14th, 2019↗
+Pony: May 17th, 2019↗
+You Stay (Lil Baby feature): May 17th, 2019↗
+Weather the Storm (Lil Baby feature): May 17th, 2019↗
+Ain’t Gone Lie (Lil Baby feature): May 24th, 2019↗
+Baby Shower (Lil Baby feature): May 27th↗
+Da Real HoodBabies (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): May 28th, 2019↗
+Leave Em Alone: May 29th, 2019↗
+WWYA (Lil Baby feature): May 31st, 2019↗
+I Like It (Lil Baby feature): May 31st, 2019↗
+PLENTY VIBES (Lil Baby feature): May 31st, 2019↗
+Bother You (Lil Baby feature): June 2nd, 2019↗
+Pop Out Again (Lil Baby feature): June 7th, 2019↗
+Beat Up Remix (Lil Baby feature): June 13th, 2019↗
+​sex money feelings die REMIX (Lil Baby feature): June 14th, 2019↗
+Phone Down: June 19th, 2019↗
+Out the Mud: June 21st, 2019↗
+ICE (Lil Baby feature): June 21st, 2019↗
+Red Eye (Lil Baby feature): July 5th, 2019↗
+Baby: July 17th, 2019↗
+Mac 10 (Lil Baby feature): July 24th, 2019↗
+Wave (YehMe2 Remix) (Lil Baby feature): August 1st, 2019↗
+Wave (Bijou Remix) (Lil Baby feature): August 1st, 2019↗
+Boutta Blow (Lil Baby feature): August 5th, 2019↗
+Bad Bad Bad (Lil Baby feature): August 16th, 2019↗
+Back On: August 16th, 2019↗
+Ride: August 16th, 2019↗
+Bando Beaters (Lil Baby feature): August 20th, 2019↗
+Thumb (Lil Baby feature): August 23rd, 2019↗
+Fendi Drip (Lil Baby feature): August 30th, 2019↗
+On the Road (Lil Baby feature): September 6th, 2019↗
+Nookie (Lil Baby feature): September 12th, 2019↗
+Petty (Lil Baby feature): September 27th, 2019↗
+TOES (Lil Baby feature): September 27th, 2019↗
+Shine Like Beyoncé (Lil Baby feature): September 28th, 2019↗
+Fw The Kidd (Lil Baby feature): October 6th, 2019↗
+Tootsies (Lil Baby feature): October 11th, 2019↗
+Decline (Lil Baby feature): October 11th, 2019↗
+Drip Like Dis (Lil Baby feature): October 23rd, 2019↗
+Toast Up: November 8th, 2019↗
+Woah: November 8th, 2019↗
+Night Shift (Lil Baby feature): November 8th, 2019↗
+Down Like That (Lil Baby feature): November 8th, 2019↗
+Catch the Sun: November 15th, 2019↗
+How I Move (Lil Baby feature): November 22nd, 2019↗
+HIGHEST IN THE ROOM (REMIX) (Lil Baby feature): December 27th, 2019↗2020 Drops:U Played (Lil Baby feature): January 3rd, 2020↗
+Sum 2 Prove: January 10th, 2020↗
+DO DAT (Lil Baby feature): January 17th, 2020↗
+9 Times Out of 10 (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): January 22nd, 2020↗
+1st N 3rd (Lil Baby feature): January 23rd, 2020↗
+Beast (Lil Baby feature): January 27th, 2020↗
+I Do It (Lil Baby feature): January 31st, 2020↗
+Weekend (Lil Baby feature): February 14th, 2020↗
+Life Is Good (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): February 15th, 2020↗
+Givenchy Kickin (Lil Baby feature): February 21st, 2020↗
+Lil Baby Fire in the Booth: February 28th, 2020↗
+Get Ugly: February 28th, 2020↗
+Heatin Up: February 28th, 2020↗
+How: February 28th, 2020↗
+Grace: February 28th, 2020↗
+Live Off My Closet: February 28th, 2020↗
+Same Thing: February 28th, 2020↗
+Emotionally Scarred: February 28th, 2020↗
+Commercial: February 28th, 2020↗
+Forever: February 28th, 2020↗
+Can’t Explain: February 28th, 2020↗
+No Sucker: February 28th, 2020↗
+We Should: February 28th, 2020↗
+Consistent: February 28th, 2020↗
+Gang Signs: February 28th, 2020↗
+Hurtin: February 28th, 2020↗
+Forget That: February 28th, 2020↗
+Solid: February 28th, 2020↗
+LIL BABY | FUNK FLEX | #Freestyle147: March 6th, 2020↗
+Lil Baby Freestyle With DJ Clue: March 6th, 2020↗
+TRAPPER (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): March 8th, 2020↗
+Weekend (Lil Baby feature): March 13th, 2020↗
+Stuck Together (Lil Baby feature): March 13th, 2020↗
+Big Drip (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): March 13th, 2020↗
+Pissed Off (Lil Baby feature): March 13th, 2020↗
+Odd Man (Lil Baby feature): March 27th, 2020↗
+Not a Rapper (Lil Baby feature): March 27th, 2020↗
+Stuck Together (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): March 31st, 2020↗
+Pornstar (Lil Baby feature): April 3rd, 2020↗
+Narcs (Lil Baby feature): April 5th, 2020↗
+Like Home (Lil Baby feature): April 10th, 2020↗
+Get Even (Lil Baby feature): April 17th, 2020↗
+All In: April 23rd, 2020↗
+Social Distancing: May 1st, 2020↗
+Low Down: May 1st, 2020↗
+Humble: May 1st, 2020↗
+Get Money: May 1st, 2020↗
+We Paid: May 1st, 2020↗
+3 Headed Goat (Lil Baby feature): May 7th, 2020↗
+DEALER (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): May 7th, 2020↗
+Be Something (Lil Baby feature): May 15th, 2020↗
+No Chill (Lil Baby feature): May 15th, 2020↗
+BLINDFOLD (Lil Baby feature): May 22nd, 2020↗
+Prospect (Lil Baby feature): May 22nd, 2020↗
+Neva Know (Lil Baby feature): May 22nd, 2020↗
+Both Sides (Lil Baby feature): May 29th, 2020↗
+Code of tha Streets (Lil Baby feature): June 1st, 2020↗
+The Bigger Picture: June 12th, 2020↗
+One Shot (Lil Baby feature): June 18th, 2020↗
+COVID (Lil Baby feature): June 19th, 2020↗
+Flewed Out (Lil Baby feature): June 20th, 2020↗
+Drop A Tear (Lil Baby feature): June 26th, 2020↗
+Back at It (Lil Baby feature): June 26th, 2020↗
+Know My Rights (Lil Baby feature): June 26th, 2020↗
+Monday to Sunday (Lil Baby feature): June 26th, 2020↗
+For the Night (Lil Baby feature): July 3rd, 2020↗
+Loose Screws (Lil Baby feature): July 24th, 2020↗
+Don’t Wanna Do It (Lil Baby feature): July 24th, 2020↗
+Always n Forever (Lil Baby feature): July 30th, 2020↗
+Narrow Road (Lil Baby feature): July 30th, 2020↗
+She Know (Lil Baby feature): August 3rd, 2020↗
+Rags2Riches 2 (Lil Baby feature): August 7th, 2020↗
+Too Many M’s (Lil Baby feature): August 7th, 2020↗
+24 (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): August 14th, 2020↗
+Don’t Need Time (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): August 25th, 2020↗
+Why Do You Lie to Me (Lil Baby feature): August 28th, 2020↗
+TRENCHES: August 31st, 2020↗
+Wild Child (Lil Baby feature): October 1st, 2020↗
+Why Do You Lie To Me (Keanu Silva Remix) (Lil Baby feature): October 2nd, 2020↗
+Done With Her 2.0 (Lil Baby feature): October 2nd, 2020↗
+Window Shopping (Lil Baby feature): October 9th, 2020↗
+Pardon (Lil Baby feature): October 15th, 2020↗
+Why Do You Lie to Me (twocolors Remix) (Lil Baby feature): October 16th, 2020↗
+I Met Tay Keith First (Lil Baby feature): October 30th, 2020↗
+Don’t Need Friends (Lil Baby feature): November 6th, 2020↗
+So Crazy (Lil Baby feature): November 9th, 2020↗
+Mud (Lil Baby feature): November 13th, 2020↗
+Why Do You Lie To Me (Besomorph Remix) (Lil Baby feature): November 20th, 2020↗
+Just How I’m Feelin’: November 27th, 2020↗
+Walk (Lil Baby feature): November 27th, 2020↗
+SPEND IT (Lil Baby feature): November 27th, 2020↗
+On Me: December 4th, 2020↗
+Errbody: December 4th, 2020↗
+Sex Lies (Lil Baby feature): December 11th, 2020↗
+Face of My City (Lil Baby feature): December 11th, 2020↗
+Why Do You Lie To Me (Wierd Genius Remix) (Lil Baby feature): December 11th, 2020↗
+Why Do You Lie To Me (NØ SIGNE Remix) (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2020↗
+Sticky (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2020↗
+Sticky (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2020↗
+Crazy Story, Pt. 5 (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2020↗2021 Drops:UGLY (Lil Baby feature): January 8th, 2021↗
+Trap It Out (Lil Baby feature): January 22nd, 2021↗
+Finesse Out the Gang Way (Lil Baby feature): January 29th, 2021↗
+Living Life (Lil Baby feature): February 11th, 2021↗
+Real As It Gets: March 4th, 2021↗
+Wants and Needs (Lil Baby feature): March 5th, 2021↗
+Skittles (Lil Baby feature): March 12th, 2021↗
+Paid the Fine (Lil Baby feature): April 16th, 2021↗
+On Me (Remix): April 27th, 2021↗
+EVERY CHANCE I GET (Lil Baby feature): April 30th, 2021↗
+I DID IT (Lil Baby feature): April 30th, 2021↗
+BODY IN MOTION (Lil Baby feature): April 30th, 2021↗
+Ramen & OJ: April 30th, 2021↗
+​​p r i d e . i s . t h e . d e v i l: May 14th, 2021↗
+Slidin: May 19th, 2021↗
+Welcome to the Riches (Lil Baby feature): May 21st, 2021↗
+We Win: May 21st, 2021↗
+Voice of the Heroes: May 31st, 2021↗
+2040: June 4th, 2021↗
+Hats Off: June 4th, 2021↗
+Who I Want: June 4th, 2021↗
+Still Hood: June 4th, 2021↗
+Man of My Word: June 4th, 2021↗
+Still Runnin: June 4th, 2021↗
+Medical: June 4th, 2021↗
+How It Feels: June 4th, 2021↗
+Lying: June 4th, 2021↗
+Okay: June 4th, 2021↗
+That’s Facts: June 4th, 2021↗
+Please: June 4th, 2021↗
+Up the Side: June 4th, 2021↗
+If You Want To: June 4th, 2021↗
+Rich Off Pain: June 4th, 2021↗
+Make It Out: June 4th, 2021↗
+Bruised Up: June 4th, 2021↗
+Mastercard (Lil Baby feature): June 11th, 2021↗
+Trap Shit (Lil Baby feature): June 18th, 2021↗
+Find A Way (Lil Baby feature): June 18th, 2021↗
+Whole Lotta Ice (Lil Baby feature): June 30th, 2021↗EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Shake The WorldLyrics From Snippet
+
+…I never owe em
+Had to switch it up, give up my phone, so They can keep it going
+Blicky got a shot, I’m taking off, you know I keep it on
+Watch me shake the world to wake up, everyone was sleeping on me
+Had the …
+
+Ain't letting them slide, and get them whacked for nothing
+I’m the boss, the one who they call, when they lacking something
+I’m in charge, I’ll stand fot it, can’t look back for nothing
+Big dawg, I’m a real problem, you niggas little puppies
+Big swag, a bag mask, we be all lovey dovey
+Good relationships…..EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+StreetsI came from the streets yea yeaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Alien [Ref Track]Lyrics From Snippet
+
+[Verse]
+[?] diamonds back [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+No Chill (Original)[Intro]
+(Southside on the track, yeah)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Tried to dumb me down but I'm too rich to act like I was broke
+Gucci store, seventy-five hundred on a leather coat
+Free the bro, yeah, I probably say that shit in every song
+That corner store held me down, I didn't have nowhere else to go
+We kickin' doors, Brendan had no clothes, his mom was on the dope
+We switching up, got our hands on a pistol, we started stickin' up
+Just give it up, he got a bad temper, he be quick to bust
+My life was rough, we wasn't going to school, we tryna run it up
+Walk to the bluff, free lil' Jaq and D, can't say that shit enough
+Stolen truck, we got on the chase but we had got away
+Antonio make it, Lupo caught the case, that shit there was cray
+Marco survived, he got in another Wraith, somebody died
+I been in the streets since I was nine, for real
+Think this money got me traumatized, I ain't got no time to chill
+I know if a bitch won't, then my mama will
+I can't lie, I popped a lot of pills to get me in my mode, but I can't take no more
+All this pain, I don't know how to feel
+I was taught if you gon' take it, go on and take it, I don't know how to steal
+Fuck the opps, we gotta killl
+Slide back on the same drill
+Let the stick head out the window, I'ma drive the wheel
+[Verse 2: Rylo Rodrguez]
+Cuban link around my neck even though I'm a nigga, yeah
+Tennis chains, I'd probably shoot my shot at Serena Williams (Yeah, yeah)
+I did some shit beyond said (Beyoncé) way 'fore I heard about Jigga ('Bout Jigga)
+Where I'm from, you got a felony warrant, you still gotta keep a pistol
+Break it down and trap it (Trap it), wrap it up in the plastic (Trappin')
+Lil' ho, she too savage, fuckin' her friend baby daddy
+I had to crash in the trap house, cuz that bed had too much traffic
+I know George shoot this bitch like Stackhouse like he play for the Mavericks (Rollin')
+Geekin' in the club, move around the crowd, get it
+She said she'd let me fuck, I was just finna ask if my dawg hit it
+I witnessed some dope boys six feet that got rich off midget
+I had fucked a cougar, she ain't even know these thousand-dollar britches
+I can't be playin' with these niggas, can't be playin' with these hoes
+All the youngins know is doors locked even though keys open doors
+Know it's open safe, even my woman getting cake
+No money in my pocket, I left it at the bank
+5k on a lil outfit, I wore it two days
+Sixteen hundred on some Hi-Tech, drank it in two days
+Had to report so he prolly gettin' rich
+If I die 'fore all my opps, make sure they get spinned (On God)
+Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
+Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
+Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
+No phone, I hit the whore, how she came off the backpage
+Sports car, athlete, money ball like NBA
+Who your broad? She got bad kids but her head great
+Forty K, all dubs, feel like dead weight
+I'm fuckin' this hoe from London, she kept on sayin' MaxEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+Run It Upp[Chorus: Offset]
+I got too many time
+Spend a mill
+Pie face set my grill
+I put her on percocet pills
+Put her on Adderall feel like the strip
+I heard these lil boys lame for real
+I ain't got stained for real
+Droppin’ the top
+Let the brain spill
+I put codeine in my vein to seal
+Got raw baguettes on my chunk of piece
+B*t*h got me neck off the coco leaf
+Put the price on your head
+Cost a jubilee
+Baby just got the head
+Get it ooh to me (uh)
+Ice and Patеks
+I don't do flights
+I do checks (yah)
+Ice on my neck
+Bitе like Mike Tyson no flex
+Let my guy keep the TEC
+Cause he got license and threat
+Shoot fly b*t*h
+Impress her
+Got my guy for that check
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Standin' on stage
+Doin’ my thing
+Throwin' up gang signs
+Balenciaga runner jacket matching
+They was on the swag don't try to jack it
+I was gettin' for the low and testin'
+I was tryna put it in the mattress
+I was tryna put it in the oven
+Make it up it up like a new pot
+Run it up, run it up, run it up, fast
+Me and my dawg need high
+I'm in a wraith, they call me d-23
+Run through the eighth
+I got a .223
+I want that La Ferrari got to run it up
+Get the money then I put it up
+You water it down, In that b*t*h got it mudded up
+Flew her out then she sl*tted up
+
+[Chorus: Offset]
+I got too many time
+Spend a mill
+Pie face set my grill
+I put her on percocet pills
+Put her on Adderall feel like the strip
+I heard these lil' boys lame for real
+I ain't got stained for real
+Droppin’ the top
+Let the brain spill
+I put codeine in my vein to seal
+Got raw baguettes on my chunk of piece
+B*t*h got me neck off the coco leaf
+Put the price on your head
+Cost a jubilee
+Baby just got the head
+Get it ooh to me (uh)
+Ice and Pateks
+I don’t do flights
+I do checks (yah)
+Ice on my neck
+Bite like Mike Tyson no flex
+Let my guy keep the TEC
+Cause he got license and threat
+Shoot fly b*t*h
+Impress her
+Got my guy for that check
+[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
+41, pill on me lil' b*t*h dome
+B*t*h don’t wanna give me head then b*t*h don't
+Made a couple million off a flip phone
+Then I switch it up to rappin'
+I ain't ever home I’m always gone
+Two for the trenches
+We had them pounds in a trash bag
+I'll turn your man to a hashtag
+2018 we go too fast
+They deported my amigo
+He had like 30 bricks in the condo
+Before I went over re-po
+Comin' out 75 with a truckload
+So I went over re-po
+Comin' out 75 wi-
+
+[Chorus: Offset]
+I got too many time
+Spend a mill
+Pie face set my grill
+I put her on percocet pills
+Put her on Adderall feel like the strip
+I heard these lil' boys lame for real
+I ain't got stained for real
+Droppin' the top
+Let the brain spill
+I put codeine in my vein to seal
+Got raw baguettes on my chunk of piece
+B*t*h got me neck off the coco leaf
+Put the price on your head
+Cost a jubilee
+Baby just got the head
+Get it ooh to me (uh)
+Ice and Pateks
+I don't do flights
+I do checks (yah)
+Ice on my neck
+Bite like Mike Tyson no flex
+Let my guy keep the TEC
+Cause he got license and threat
+Shoot fly b*t*h
+Impress her
+Got my guy for that checkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Baby StartLyrics From Snippet
+
+….[?] We just sold another truckload
+Bought her everything in SoHo
+She can’t keep me on the low-low
+You know I’m a big deal, you know I got big dripEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+Off meWhat happinin chi chi?
+
+Fill a bando up with band give the little bro a job you can come hftfmghgfuyget rich with usEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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