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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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')
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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)
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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FashionLyrics to this song have not yet been released. Please check back once this song has been releasedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Lilbaby closer friendsWe stared off is closer frindse how you turen to my girl frinedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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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
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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
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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
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StreetsI came from the streets yea yeaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Alien [Ref Track]Lyrics From Snippet

[Verse]
[?] diamonds back [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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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
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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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MentalXxEmbedShare 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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Spring is one of the mature and famous Java internet frameworks available in the marketplace. In addition to helping version-view-controller (MVC) software program improvement paradigm, Spring additionally simplifies commonplace programming duties like database integration, net services creation, and safety. The programmers additionally have option to use Spring Boot to create Java internet packages that may be deployed without dealing with out complicated XML configurations. Spring Boot similarly comes with a number of production-equipped functions like health assessments, metrics and externalized configuration. The most current model of the framework further comes with a command line device that lets in programmers to run Groovy scripts, and prototype web software quick the use of Spring.

2) JavaServer Faces Technology (JSF)

Oracle has advanced JavaServer Faces Technology (JSF) as the respectable Java EE web framework. The framework evolved via Java network system enables programmers to create server-aspect consumer interfaces unexpectedly. It allows customers to create websites rapidly through retaining the presentation layer break free utility common sense. The developers may even use the JavaServer Faces UI factor tags to attach the application logic and presentation layers of the venture without writing any additional code. The members of the community additionally offer new JavaServer Faces APIs regularly to simplify Java internet utility improvement method.

3) Vaadin

Vaadin makes it simpler for programmers to write server-aspect components of unmarried-web page web programs in Java. The builders can also use to Vaadin to broaden net UIs with HTML. They can similarly take benefit of the robust Vaadin Elements containing a variety of custom designed HTML factors for enterprise applications. They can even use components like charts, information grids and blend container to increase the Google Polymer library. The equipment furnished by using Vaadin Pro similarly help developers to make their web packages more interactive and mobile-pleasant, together with lowering coding time substantially.

4) Google Web Toolkit (GWT)

The web toolkit from Google allows builders to make the internet packages extra responsive by way of compiling the Java code into JavaScript. As JavaScript is supported by way of every contemporary web browser, the compilation complements the website's accessibility and performance. The GWD SDK consists of a compiler and a development server, in conjunction with center Java APIs and widgets. These components allow developers to write down customer-facet programs in Java, after which deploy the frontend code as JavaScript. At the equal time, the GWT compiler optimizes the code base by eliminating useless code and lowering overall performance bottlenecks.

5) Grails
Grails is a model of Ruby on Rails for Java platform written in Groovy programming language. The programmers can integrate Grails seamlessly with the Java Virtual Machine (JVM). They also have option to enlarge and beautify the framework by both developing custom plug-ins or the use of current plug-ins. At the same time, they can also avail numerous advanced capabilities supplied through the framework along with NoSQL help, incorporated ORM, asynchronous programming, and compile-time meta-programming. The users can also take advantage of domain-unique languages to effectuate querying, validation and markup rendering.

6) Play Framework

In addition to being a MVC net framework, Play is also designed with features to simplify development of web services. The framework in addition helps more than one JVM-based programming languages which includes Java and Scala. Features like stateless services and asynchronous I/O make Play extraordinary from other Java net frameworks. The customers can further take gain of the code refresh function of the framework to test the effect of changes made to the code right away without rebuilding or restarting the whole task. Play further enables programmers to avail a wide kind of plug-ins, trying out tools, and IDEs even as assisting developers to build scalable web applications.

7) Dropwizard

As a present day and light-weight framework, Dropwizard enables developers to construct and installation both Java internet programs and web offerings. It in addition specializes in the glue between numerous components to offer an included improvement experience to programmers. The present day model of Dropwizard similarly takes benefits of the new features included in Java 8 to decorate the software's compatibility and security. It similarly allows programmers to monitor and verify the behaviour of the code in manufacturing surroundings the usage of Metric libraries.

8) Eclipse

The open supply IDE is written in Java, and designed with functions to simplify improvement of quite a few Java programs. It supports predominant platforms like Windows, Linux and OS X. The customers can without problems customize Eclipse in line with their specific desires through the usage of a extensive range of plug-ins and extensions. They may even avail a set of useful capabilities furnished by means of Eclipse including Windows Builder, XML Editors and Tools, Maven Integration, Git Team Provider, Mylyn Task List, and Code Recommenders Developer Tools.

9) NetBeans

The open source IDE is written in Java, and enables developers to construct desktop, web and mobile apps with Java. In addition to being pass-platform, NetBeans additionally supports an array of programming languages further to Java. The customers can in addition build plenty of Java packages efficaciously with the aid of availing the robust functions provide with the aid of NetBeans which includes brief and clever code modifying, GUI development equipment, static analysis gear, debugger and profiler. Also, NetBeans make it simpler for programmers to update their existing packages to Java 8.

10) JSource

Despite being a lightweight IDE, JSource comes with functions to facilitate go-platform software improvement with Java. It is also developed completely with Swing factor. JSource is also designed with capabilities to help programmers to create, edit, compile and run a whole lot of Java documents correctly. However, it supports syntax highlighting for several programming languages similarly to Java. The Java programmers additionally have option to combine JSource with other broadly used Java frameworks and improvement equipment.

On the complete, Java builders have option to pick from many frameworks, IDEs and development gear. But each tool might not complement all wishes of each project. Hence, the developer need to select the right Java development equipment in line with the necessities of man or woman initiatives. He can even take into account combining these frameworks, IDEs and improvement equipment to decorate the capability and performance of Java programs.EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy