[Lil Baby] Fresh like the first day of the school on the weekend
I put this shit on today, for no reason Got somethin´ to smile about, I fixed up my teeth Straight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked up Thousand horse power, my car gotta keep up Act like I´m slow all the time, but I peep stuff What kinda guy let a bitch keep the beef up? I let ´em live for a while, now the lease up Nail in the hammer, I done built it from the ground up Brodie say he workin´, but the bricks, them went down somethin´ They handle the business, I do not go around them You can get a hundred if you want to, we got pound spots I´m the one that´s really havin´ motion, what they talkin´ ´bout? Cars, I done did that, chains, don´t need no more
So many clothes, startin´ to feel like a hobo Every milestone, tryna buy me a new home Potholes keep on fuckin´ up the Forgi´s, take the rims off The way she twist and suck it, like she tryna take the skin off Bro ´nem, in a striker, but it´s good, we swapped the VINs out Don´t bark up this tree, I make the chopper knock his limb off Thousand dollar after every road, that´s what they hittin´ for All I do is fuck her, I done turned her to a nympho FN´s, blackouts, Gen5´s, Gen4´s Trippin´ for the family, I don´t play about my kin folk
[Lil Baby] I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin´ God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies Fuck I look like havin´ smoke with my many me´s? Niggas gotta be jokin´, you kiddin´ me? Y´all real kids, been small-time ballin´, now it´s real big I was standin´ in the bleachers, on some cheerin´ shit Never been a hater, I don´t care enough This shit ain´t gon´ stop until they bury us
[Young Thug] Fresh off the jet, I end up in the projects See somethin´ I like, no police, I´ma cop it Don´t follow my page, I post racks every day For these niggas and bitches that´s countin´ my pockets
Ooh, hurdle this bitch in Huaraches Lambo´, Ferrari, Bentleys, I got options I took the private jet out to Nevada 4PF CED, they got smoked like a rasta Trenches with me Somethin´ seem suspicious, somethin´ seemin´ fishy I´m four pockets full and look like biscuits Overprice us and we uppin´, uppin´ Fire, fire, fire, fire, that sound sound delicious You can´t use the dishes, in the kitchen cleanin´ Woo, woo, litty, can´t abort the mission, bitch, I got addictions I don´t do photo, pictures, keep it low and with me
[Lil Baby]
I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin´ God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies Fuck I look like havin´ smoke with my many me´s? Niggas gotta be jokin´, you kiddin´ me? Y´all real kids, been small-time ballin´, now it´s real big I was standin´ in the bleachers, on some cheerin´ shit Never been a hater, I don´t care enough This shit ain´t gon´ stop until they bury us