cook that shit up quay
i know they ain’t feelin’ my pain
i got codeine inside my veins yeah
i don’t know who gassed you niggas up go get a refill
we got them sticks we in the field we playing defense
he got his ratchet no life jacket ready to dive in
lil homie thuggin’ he can’t even swim he in the deep end
they offerin’ the shooter the death penalty won’t tell on me
i know if i go broke today them same hoes gon’ bail on me
i got them throwin’ salt they steady tryna fuck up my recipe
amiri jeans a hundred a pair ain’t nothin’ about a nigga cheap
sellin’ weed in the projects relapsed on the hitech
told the gang that we up next put ’em on a g5 jet
overseas with my sidepiece my queen she gotta be a dimepiece
we gon’ stick together like assigned seats on that dej loaf nigga try me
whoever thought i’d put a hundred on my neck
whoever thought that i’d say i’m the one up next
whoever thought they’d ever consider me the best
whoever thought whoever thought whoever thought
i don’t know who gassed you niggas up go get a refill
we got them sticks we in the field we playing defense
he got his ratchet no life jacket ready to dive in
lil homie thuggin’ he can’t even swim he in the deep end
go and ask about me in the streets they heard of me
if she find out i been creepin’ she gon’ murder me
i ain’t trippin’ no complaints i got my currency up
out of town i let the windows down so they can see us
i take the hitters around the globe that’s all i know that’s all i know
i met her last night she tried to give me her soul give me her soul
i got ’em hatin’ they throwin’ shots they on their toes
one thing they know one thing they know
one thing they know one thing they know
ain’t gon let up on them niggas once you try us ain’t gon’ stop
if it’s pressure let me know so we can pull up with them glocks
tryna dodge the bullshit and tryna make it to the top
if i never sell a record i’ma make it on the block
how you gon wait ’til i make it then try to help me nigga i don’t need you no help
i put the food on the table nigga was hungry i tried to feed you
treat all my niggas like bosses nobody better everyone equal yeah
real talk this the sequel hold it down for my people
i don’t know who gassed you niggas up go get a refill
we got them sticks we in the field we playing defense
he got his ratchet no life jacket ready to dive in
lil homie thuggin’ he can’t even swim he in the deep end
i don’t know who gassed you niggas up go get a refill
we got them sticks we in the field we playing defense
he got his ratchet no life jacket ready to dive in
lil homie thuggin’ he can’t even swim he in the deep end
Artist: Lil Baby
Year: 2018
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 299