[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Walked in like a pimp
What you call that on my hip
I sent the Rolls Royce to go and get her
You ain't gotta take a lift
Louis jacket diamond year
Shooter wit me out on bail
Big Dog, Fifteen passenger
Everybody outta here
Walked in like a pimp
What you call that on my hip
I sent the Rolls Royce to go and get her
You ain't gotta take a lift
Louis jacket diamond year
Shooter wit me out on bail
Big Dog, Fifteen passenger
Everybody outta here
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
They was tryna steal my style
I was inna trenches tryna sell a bill
Bitches foul, tryna tell
I bе in denial i don't even carе
I be gettin money every since a child
Back when bro was gettin bitches inna mail
I got sum cute shit on my line
If she say she down, imaa get her here
Long as she listen to me and she fine
Baby don't mind, imma flood her ear
I got sum homies sittin inna cage
They don't count the days
They didn't know the year
I told my main man, keep his thang on em
Cause these jealous niggas, they'll kill
You inna gang, you know what it is
I take my pain down wit a pill
Bought a mansion inna hood. (Stay away for)
Know i'm broke, but i can't catch a case for
He need will for a lawyer. (i'll pay for)
Love the game, he got tatts in his face for
Gotta go and get rich, i can't wait for it
Love my city, i got sum to say for it
Look how ecerting happen on May 4th
In the vette doing tricks like a skateboard
Walked in like a pimp
What you call that on my hip
I sent the Rolls Royce to go and get her
You ain't gotta take a lift
Louis jacket diamond year
Shooter wit me out on bail
Big Dog, Fifteen passenger
Everybody outta here
Walked in like a pimp
What you call that on my hip
I sent the Rolls Royce to go and get her
You ain't gotta take a lift
Louis jacket diamond year
Shooter wit me out on bail
Big Dog, Fifteen passenger
Everybody outta here
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
They was tryna steal my style
I was inna trenches tryna sell a bill
Bitches foul, tryna tell
I bе in denial i don't even carе
I be gettin money every since a child
Back when bro was gettin bitches inna mail
I got sum cute shit on my line
If she say she down, imaa get her here
Long as she listen to me and she fine
Baby don't mind, imma flood her ear
I got sum homies sittin inna cage
They don't count the days
They didn't know the year
I told my main man, keep his thang on em
Cause these jealous niggas, they'll kill
You inna gang, you know what it is
I take my pain down wit a pill
Bought a mansion inna hood. (Stay away for)
Know i'm broke, but i can't catch a case for
He need will for a lawyer. (i'll pay for)
Love the game, he got tatts in his face for
Gotta go and get rich, i can't wait for it
Love my city, i got sum to say for it
Look how ecerting happen on May 4th
In the vette doing tricks like a skateboard
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