[Intro: Lil Baby]
Yeah
They don't want no beef, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm like, yeah, I'ma fuck with 'em, though
FOREVEROLLING
Flexin' on that—
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I'm doin' donuts in my neighborhood, it made me feel good
I swore I would never do that shit again, but still do it
I feel better with no IG but I'm too big of influence
And live your life, don't try to make someone else have that shit might ruin you
Yeah, I make money off all type of shit, I got stocks for me and my children
Had to put the wide body on the Lamb' truck, it look sexy, call it "Mrs. Urus"
Fucked up playin' around, now I'm serious
I got two hundred bands in each ear
I was damn near the man beforе I started rappin'
These othеr niggas just cappin'
I can take the top off while the car goin'
Call it, "Gettin' nasty in traffic"
I done reached another bracket, eight figure taxes
I can't touch a bitch if she average
Any location, play, we gettin' at 'em
All this shit come and go, it don't matter
These boys subtweetin' when you ain't at 'em
We don't even social beef, we get active
Everybody killin' now 'til somethin' happen
I feel uncomfortable without a ratchet
I might shoot my shot at what you call it
I'm forever ballin', I might eat her pussy good and never call her
I been runnin' from her, I heard you a stalker
But we is not the same, lil' nigga
I been drugged through the mud, had a girl for the plug
I put numbers on the board, this is not for no awards
I get money, that's enough
If I get 'em, that's a plus
Handle business is a must
Get hurt feelings when you trust
Came from prison, didn't have nothin'
Ran it up a couple months
Bustdown Patek came from Thug
Boy, you know, that's real love
I ain't never changin' up, yeah
Yeah
They don't want no beef, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm like, yeah, I'ma fuck with 'em, though
FOREVEROLLING
Flexin' on that—
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I'm doin' donuts in my neighborhood, it made me feel good
I swore I would never do that shit again, but still do it
I feel better with no IG but I'm too big of influence
And live your life, don't try to make someone else have that shit might ruin you
Yeah, I make money off all type of shit, I got stocks for me and my children
Had to put the wide body on the Lamb' truck, it look sexy, call it "Mrs. Urus"
Fucked up playin' around, now I'm serious
I got two hundred bands in each ear
I was damn near the man beforе I started rappin'
These othеr niggas just cappin'
I can take the top off while the car goin'
Call it, "Gettin' nasty in traffic"
I done reached another bracket, eight figure taxes
I can't touch a bitch if she average
Any location, play, we gettin' at 'em
All this shit come and go, it don't matter
These boys subtweetin' when you ain't at 'em
We don't even social beef, we get active
Everybody killin' now 'til somethin' happen
I feel uncomfortable without a ratchet
I might shoot my shot at what you call it
I'm forever ballin', I might eat her pussy good and never call her
I been runnin' from her, I heard you a stalker
But we is not the same, lil' nigga
I been drugged through the mud, had a girl for the plug
I put numbers on the board, this is not for no awards
I get money, that's enough
If I get 'em, that's a plus
Handle business is a must
Get hurt feelings when you trust
Came from prison, didn't have nothin'
Ran it up a couple months
Bustdown Patek came from Thug
Boy, you know, that's real love
I ain't never changin' up, yeah
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