[Lil Baby] Yeah, rest in peace to Bankroll‚ show ´em how to do it
Baby goin´ crazy‚ he been gettin´ straight to it I done caught so many flights I end up fuckin´ all the stewardesses Catch me in Atlanta‚ no security with my jewelry Found all them rings, my baby mama talkin´ suin´ me ´Nother bitch tellin´ lies on the pussy like she screwin´ me Catch him down bad, that´s his ass‚ nigga, you or me SI diamonds on the chain, he ain´t foolin´ me We was skippin´ school on the train‚ duckin´ truancy My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin´ ´bout Rod and me I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him
We was in the hood, sellin´ bags, shroom, trap exotic Fucked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him And the haters watchin´ too hard, I think they got binoculars Every nigga with me on go, it ain´t no stoppin´ us Niggas actin´ like they got the bag, I´m tryna stop it up Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up All you gotta do is say it´s smoke, then we´re poppin´ up Baby got the streets on hold, he ain´t drop yet I´ve been goin´ hard, it´s gon´ be hard for you to top that
I make it look easy, but this shit really a process I´m really a millionaire, still in the projects
[Lil Baby] Baby puttin´ on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin Baby ain´t a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin´ classics, Baby in the hood gettin´ active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer
[DaBaby]
Huh? Baby prolly still got them ´bows I tell my bitch I´m faithful, but I still got the hoes Baby gettin´ jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy You would think it´s Mardi Gras, I got these bitches showin´ titties And I ain´t throwin´ beads, I pull them bitches´ weaves I´m stallin´ bitches out, if I´m a dog, then she a flea And when I fuck her doggystyle the only time I´m on my knee I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin´, "Baby, please" I tell a bitch to shut up, you ´bout to fuck my nut up The label´s CEO keep beggin´ me to keep the gun up
They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up Private plane, Wi-Fi, on the FaceTime with Johnny I told him ice my wrist up, I like to hold my fist up How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin´ his dick sucked? Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture? ´Cause nigga...
[Lil Baby] Baby puttin´ on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin Baby ain´t a trapper, he a rapper
Baby makin´ classics, Baby in the hood gettin´ active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer