Quality Control、Lil Baby、DaBaby - Baby
Wheezy outta here
Yeah rest in peace to Bankroll show 'em how to do it
Baby goin' crazy he been getting straight to it
I done caught so many flights I end up f**kin' all the stewardesses
Catch me in atlanta no security with my jewelry
Found all them rings my baby mama talking suin' me
'Nother b**ch telling lies on the p**sy like she screwin' me
Catch him down bad that's his a** n**ga 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 talking 'bout rod and me
I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him
We was in the hood sellin' bags shroom trap exotic
F**ked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter
Baby really a problem somebody gotta stop him
And the haters watching too hard I think they got binoculars
Every n**ga with me on go it ain't no stoppin' us
N**gas 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 sh*t really a process
I'm really a millionaire still in the projects
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 getting active
Baby keep it real with his people
Baby like a preacher baby prolly still sell reefer
Huh baby prolly still got them 'bows
I tell my b**ch I'm faithful but I still got the h**s
Baby getting 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 b**ches showin' titties
And I ain't throwin' beads I pull them b**ches' weaves
I'm stallin' b**ches out if I'm a dog then she a flea
And when I f**k her doggy style the only time I'm on my knee
I barely wanna hit her got her beggin' baby please
I tell a b**ch to shut up you 'bout to f**k 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 getting' his d**k sucked
Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture
'Cause n**ga
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 getting active
Baby keep it real with his people
Baby like a preacher baby prolly still sell reefer