Belly (Lil Baby & Gunna)

Ah-ah-ah, hey
Run that back, Turbo

You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
Spitting these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
I'm riding with my dawg and he ain't gotta question

I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly
Police got dogs and they can't even smell me
Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly
20s on me, I call 'em green relish
Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished
Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly
PH in the sky, we got 'em already
PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it
Creeping at night, the VLONE bandit
I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed
Worked all my life and now I understand it
Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it
I got the sweetest sauce like jelly
Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded
I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli
I held him down, that nigga was my celly
Fuck you fuck niggas, devil made me heartless
Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target
They cut out the coupe before we hit the market
We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless
Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party
I done came a long way from opening up for Carti
Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti
Police's cases, all that we avoiding
The lean in my cup gettin'g more and more muddy
I shown all my love, I've never been a bully
Got every color VLONE hoodie
Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie
I got this sauce, cream and pudding
I came with the drip, got everybody looking
Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken
Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in

You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
Spitting these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
I'm riding with my dawg and he ain't gotta question

Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek
Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me
My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion
I still rock the fitted, but I don't be capping (Skrrt)
These camouflage denim like I just went camping
They still can't believe that I made it, they happy
I been getting money before I was rapping
I'm riding in the Wraith like I play with the actors
No pleading, arraignment, ain't takin' no charges
My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me
He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign
Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin'
How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan
Packing out shows, love my fans, they important
And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor
Spend thousands on fragrance, she fucking my odor
I just started rapping, I made me some millions
Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm running my city
These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50
I leveled it up, I've been handling business
Getting 20 a night, every day, different city
I just keep putting this syrup in my kidneys
This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee)
I got Gunna with me, rocking VLONE, Supreme (Yeah, yeah)

You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
Spitting these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
I'm riding with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (Uh)