[Lil Baby] (Danny) Why the fuck they put my business on the blogs? Sisters know they never gotta get a job Brodie said he rather spin shit and rob
Damn dawg, he ain“t playing dawg That“s your plan dawg? This your man dawg, fuck both of them, I want “em all gone
[Lil Baby] Shit been get shaky, I“m staying where I“m safe at Couple spots, I don“t know where I stay at Why would you play and you know we don“t play that? Flipping words when you know I ain“t say that I been good, so I“m guessing it“s paid back Smoking woods in the back of the Maybach I“m the hero, so they gotta face that Hit Dior, where the fuck is my cape at? I“m on a other one, bought another cup, then another one
You stab me right in my back when you could“ve just asked me what happened, when you be disloyal We sharing all of this shit, from the money, to cars, to the hoes, it don“t matter the order One of my niggas got out and another one in, so I“m getting sick and tired of that order I see you drowning, I“m coming to help you, I“m risking it all, I“ma die in that water I“m rich as fuck, I can do what I wanna Came over sober, she left here a stoner She know she fell asleep inside the condo, but I fuck her like I“m fresh up off the corner
[Lil Baby] I can“t change, I“m stuck in my ways Poppin“ half a half, I“m up for a day Oh you getting money now? Okay Tell him don“t play with you, okay
I“m proud of you, you supposed to be proud of me too I do everything that I can do Make it happen, don“t make an excuse I sure improved I“m the one and not the two, yeah Lot of money on you now, yeah Shit together, gotta count, yeah Glad you took a different route, yeah Tryna buy your folks a house, yeah Glad you really made it out, yeah You can“t sit and wait around, yeah Gotta get up and get out, yeah You gotta get this shit now, yeah
[Lil Durk] I got a Cullinan “cause I just wanted one I run up a check and look out for my brother son
I asked DeDe Trig and that nigga was stuttering I knew him for years and he don“t know my government You can“t come around if you keep on recording me I“m trappin“, you trappin“, that shit be a tournament Voice of the trenches, nah, I couldn“t be a journalist I pour up a cup with the niggas who murder But I ain“t gon“ hold you, nigga had told what I told Niggas be using emotions, saying I“m bogus I was just down on my back, I couldn“t send cash, I wrote you My brother did ten, got out of jail, I“m glow I take care of my block, I“m “posed to I“m done fucking hoes who local Pop me a ten, I ain“t feel it
I gotta go boot up another dose Ask, can I leave them streets alone? Bro went to jail, and I got him a phone Just “cause he think “cause he lost his motion My brother think he ain“t coming home Fentanyl and felonies getting you gone I switch on a nickel, I feel like a stone The niggas who died, I never respond I“m slapping the bitches who don“t listen to Von
[Lil Baby] I can“t change, I“m stuck in my ways Poppin“ half a half, I“m up for a day Oh you getting money now? Okay Tell him don“t play with you, okay I“m proud of you, you supposed to be proud of me too I do everything that I can do
Make it happen, don“t make an excuse I sure improved I“m the one and not the two, yeah Lot of money on you now, yeah Shit together, gotta count, yeah Glad you took a different route, yeah Tryna buy your folks a house, yeah Glad you really made it out, yeah You can“t sit and wait around, yeah Gotta get up and get out, yeah You gotta get this shit now, yeah