future
wheezy outta here
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 i was rich 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 robbin’ me
i pray the judge give that boy a bond so i can pop him
we was in the hood sellin’ bags shootin’ choppers
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 wifi 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
Artist: Lil Baby Dababy
Year: 2019
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 334