[Lil Baby] ´Rari sittin´ on twenty-fours, ya dig? I cut the bitch, she couldn´t play her role, ya dig?
A couple million plus I spent on clothes, ya dig? Bitch actin´ like she scared, I bought her a Ghost, ya dig? These lame-ass rappers tryna see if I fucked they bitch, you know I did Got three hundred pounds at the spot and it all disappeared, you know where they went (What?) Ain´t worried about a ho tellin´ her best friend I´m cheap, she know I´m rich Got four-five hoes on a jet and it´s only me, you know I´m lit (Yeah) I´m a hot head but my heart cold, that bitch just won´t unthaw I done ran it up, I ain´t goin´ broke, that shit ain´t in my thoughts I´m a real player, if you play it wrong, you can´t keep the shit that I bought Got white girl like Mary Jane, trap swingin´ like Pete Parker
Can´t blame him, that´s my son, he just doin´ the shit I taught him On rodeo in a Maybach, they think that that´s Rick Ross Wanna fuck me, she a broke bitch, sorry boo, that´s a big, "Hell nah" Wanna sneak diss, it´s cool though, but your ass better not get caught (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)
[Lil Baby & Veeze] Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, ya dig? Brand new money, blue notes fallin´ out my clothes, ya dig? This my business, can´t nobody know, ya dig? (Nah) Nigga shake my hand but he really wanna cut my throat, ya dig? (Shh)
These lame-ass niggas get dropped from left and right, you know I did it (Alright) When she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I´ma know it´s real (Ooh) I´m heavy handed pourin´ and all my cups be over spilled I done popped me a Act´, a pint, this shit so red like roadkill
[Veeze] That lil´ hunnid thou´, I made that shit five times, no deally (Fuck) He rap about opps but ain´t put them hoes down, he silly (Haha) I´ma shop when I land, I ain´t gotta take no bags, each city (Yeah) I´m fuckin´ his bitch and talkin´ about it in my raps, he gon´ kill me
I´m walkin´ a check, got six-fifty on each leg, ya dig? (Yeah) Dollar Faygo, now it´s worth a band, ya dig? (Ooh) Amiri flannel blue, I´m dressed like Craig, ya dig? (Ooh) Just like Simon, bitch, better do what I say, ya dig? I go to the club with it on me, I seen niggas die tryna run to the whip, yeah My life is a movie like Paid in Full, my uncles, they hate that I´m rich, yeah I might go to hell, I´ll ice skate with the devil before I put faith in a bitch I fucked her so good, she ain´t ask for the money, I was ´posed to be payin´ her rent I´m givin´ the blicks to the shorties for free, but they only get paid for a hit
I´m capital P, how I´m peelin´ these pints and paintin´ these pops like Prince, yeah It come out the wrapper, it shine and glisten, it look like the flake of a fish The way I was kickin´ my pimpin´, a regular nigga, he can´t even dig (Damn) I done dressed up, all my cups look like Suge Knight, you know they red My Glock so switched, it went from Kris to Caitlyn, you know it´s trans Who that flew by in the ´Rari, same color Trae Young? You know that´s twin I done fucked this ho for a year, I ain´t go on no date, she know we friends (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)
[Lil Baby & Veeze] Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, ya dig?
Brand new money, blue notes fallin´ out my clothes, ya dig? This my business, can´t nobody know, ya dig? Nigga shake my hand but he really wanna cut my throat, ya dig? These lame-ass niggas get dropped from left and right, you know I did it (Nah) When she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I´ma know it´s real I´m heavy handed pourin´ and all my cups be over spilled I done popped me a Act´, a pint, this shit so red like roadkill
[42 Dugg] I´d rather chase that check, that bag, stash nine Ms over 1.5 Damn right, I got a dime, they don´t see me
I was probably wearin´ Tru´s before Chief Keef Drop a five in the Sprite, bitch, pink, pink (Yeah) If I knock a bitch down, hear, "Ding, ding" Time to go, Chrome Hearts vest four thousand (Yeah) What about the coat? Turnt young nigga, I know Never surrender, niggas askin´ why I tote, bet if I up, I blow Fucked they bitch, I know, hundred Gs, five for a show, nigga I got the ´Cat, the Track´, the Urus, the ´Bach, I bet if I call she fuck (Hello?) I got T-Rex the bike, TRX the truck, that shit like two hundred somethin´ plus I´m the turntest nigga you know from the city, you dig? Bitch, if we catch him, you know we gon´ kill him, on my kids
This Big 4 shit so for real, I still spin just for the thrill But where you at? I´m on his heels, pull up on me, I´m at LIV (Miami)