cook that shit up quay
4pf look like we hit licks how we sell bricks
we don’tsellshit we justmake hits yeah
turn up
lil baby
keepin’ my composurenever sober
never chokin’ always smokin doja
fuck ’em if they gettin’ over
got a moncler coat because the kid the coldest
i ain’t changed i stayed the same and maintained
it’s safe to say the kid gettin’ older
forever gang i’m never switchin’ over
made a lane and niggas can’t get over
i can’t match with rappers they be bogus
really get a pack and keep the over
big dripper stand up in the ocean
everybody trappin’ we get loads in
he ain’t 4pf if he ain’t got motion
made a half a ticket off promotion
shout out swishers sweet they keep me rollin’
but if we catch the opp we gotta smoke him
ridin’ ’round with dracs like we ovo
i got some racks and i want some more
still got them passin’ the hood call it giveandgo
keep a nigga main bitch in a figurefour
let me fuck when i want i just come and go
man these racks gettin’ too big for these skinny clothes
i might put me an m in some big girbaud
let lil’ bro hit the stick had start gettin’ old
i spent five hundred racks on a lambo’
and didn’t even know how to make that motherfucker go
on my birthday i just wanna lift the door
barely flex but don’t play with me period
shooters follow behind in a urus
in the rolls truck i feel like a tourist
i’m the one from the bottom who sold all my partners them pounds
used to drive in a buick
lil baby gunna
hot hot hot i’m heatin’ up
i fuck with slimes and i’m gonna bust bah bah
he can’t put on that drip he ain’t one of us
how you ridin’ in a benz and a tonka truck
how you got everybody lit pipin’ up
oh she bad with no swag i can pipe her up
made my last one my last one i’m wifin’ her
count the money up fast like i’m typin’ somethin’
i’m the type to get active and never run wunna
gunna
keep the rugers my niggas ain’t scared of nothin’ nah
and ain’t no rules you got racks you can get it done yeah
on a light day i keep me a honey bun one hundred
makin’ hit after hit call me barry bonds hits
for this christmas i bought everybody guns swear
glocks and choppers and fn’s for everyone grrat
take that roof off the car let her feel the sun wow
my bro go see his barber five times a month yeah
got this bitch out the college she suckin’ and swallow uh
i stick it in she feel it in her gut in her gut
we don’t run from our problems we stackin’ up guala and guala i’m tryna get that mega bucks racks
we them drippers lil’ nigga best watch your step them drippers
this top shelf got forty designer belts drip
4pf look like the new bmf
think i’m deaf got stones in my right and left ice
how you crank up the car ain’t no key in there
just pull up spin they block and get out of there get out of there
wake up have a hard time findin’ what to wear
treat these hoes like a tire i keep a spare
want a strap because i’m war ready war
check the trust account it’s more fetti yeah
skydweller jubilee and a presi’ no cap
hundredfifty plain richard millie no cap
i’ma milk the game until it’s empty
lil cuzzo spit that flame until it’s empty yeah
i am not a killer but don’t tempt me nah
spendin’ rate ’bout thousand to a fifty
lil baby
hot hot hot i’m heatin’ up
i fuck with slimes and i’m gonna bust bah bah
he can’t put on that drip he ain’t one of us
how you ridin’ in a benz and a tonka truck
how you got everybody lit pipin’ up
oh she bad with no swag i can pipe her up
made my last one my last one i’m wifin’ her
count the money up fast like i’m typin’ somethin’
i’m the type to get active and never run
Artist: Lil Baby Gunna
Year: 2020
Decade: 20s
Language: en
Word Count: 430