[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Yeah, you ain't mad cause I'm rich is you
You ain't mad cause I'm lit is you
I got cars that got six figures, yeah
What's a mil' to a rich n*gga, yeah
I give deals to my lil n*ggas, yeah
Signed a deal, you a rat now, yeah
I got demons in my background, yeah
She 'ont get it she gon' lash out, yeah
Got her titties and her ass out, yeah
I might change my name to cash out, yeah
Turn a brick into a glass house, yeah
Every city we bring bands out, yeah
My lil' homie took his mans off, slatt
You can stay, ya take ya pants off (facts)
I been balling like I'm Randolph, Zach
They do anything for info
I like f*cking I'm a nympho
Iont care if the bank close
I can still get the bankroll
Used to hustle in the same clothes
Now I buy my b*tch a Range Rove (yeah)
I can't sleep until the case close
And they let the whole gang home (yeah)
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Huh? Baby prolly still got them 'bows
I tell my b*tch 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 b*tches showin' titties
And I ain't throwin' beads, I pull them b*tches' weaves
I'm stallin' b*tches out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea
And when I f*ck her doggystyle the only time I'm on my knee
I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin', "Baby, please"
I tell a b*tch to shut up, you 'bout to f*ck 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, Wi-Fi, 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 di*k sucked?
Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture?
'Cause n*gga...
[Chorus: 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