LIL BABY

Yeah
Flag AZ stand the fuck up I got another one for y'all
Ain't words can describe how bad I want this shit
(I ain't finna tell you how Ry got away with it)
Striving through the struggle cause all I know is the grid
Lil baby on my side
Lil baby on my hip
Lil baby gotta spit if you try taking from my kids
I go Lil Baby with the drip
DaBaby off the rip
The baby knock your nose off with them golden hollow tips
I call my shit the baby, cause it reminds me of my kids
And it don't ask questions
And like to eat the way we is, so best believe we'll be collecting we gon' get it how we live
I've got a section full of people and a vision of my story
Better get to know a nigga 'fore I carry out my journey
I'm humble and stay starving and always going the hardest
A picture perfect artist, better got bars from Harvard
The way I'm killing rappers I'm burying skulls regardless
Whether it's the scheme, or the miracles I could harvest
You the type to want the fame but don't trust the process
You better take notes, this part of what being boss is
My wrist stay dripping, your bitch is wet as a faucet
Can't wait until I cop that shit not worried what the cost is
Shit is so icy like it's Jack Frost watches
I smell the time is here so if I want it I'ma cop it
Yeah I'm ready if you not then that's a toe tag
And I pull up and leave you snotty like a nose rag
I get that ice and put that money in a clothes bag
And fuck the shelf shit my niggas need the whole rack
You never stole a bitch so I can't ask you where the hoes at
You gotta stay real so when you talk, I can know it's facts
Cause when you actin' fake, you done fucked up ain't no going back
You ain't got much swagger if you out here tryna mumble rap
So I'm out here chasing money, got me wrapped up in these duffle bags
Ain't no effort in your lyrics boy and I can tell its cap
Throw you in the river if you think I give a Hoover Dam
Throw that shit up on the scale and homie we can do the math
Got a lot to say so how the fuck they haven't noticed me?
Not at my full potential yet and still they can't come close to me
Bitch, I could rap like this and turn around and sing like I was Jodeci
Alive and in the flesh and still livin' like I'm Polo G
The ball is in my court, you won't ever take this ball from me
You're better off counting on Curry to miss the open three
Go 'head and fuck whoever but your ass could never fuck with me
Yeah your ass could eat but you won't ever eat no lunch with me
If you ridin' then you ridin'
So much drip that when I'm walking get to slidin'
It's the timing, if you fuckin' with my boys there ain't no hiding
Get to pullin' out them straps and cause a riot
We the flyest motherfuckers, I can see that you admire it
Your girl callin' me "Daddy" at least she know who the sire is
Name another nigga if you thinking that he hot shit
You ain't seen it yet but I'ma show you where the top is
Got it on lock so I'm assuming that I got this
Yeah I'm ready if you not then that's a toe tag
And I pull up and leave you snotty like a nose rag
I grab that ice and put that money in a clothes bag
And fuck the shelf shit my niggas need the whole rack
(DOO DOO DOO, BITCH)