Intro
I been had the lean
&
That yac up on my side
Been ballin like a Laker
&
I been waiting on that pride,
Lil baby seen the flava
Do or die
Do u wanna ride?
But baby I ain captain save em
I jus fuck em
It ain no ties
Ina bandos used to hide
Ina bandos w/my bros
Ssssh, quiet keep it ona low
& I know that bitch gon lie
Tell me something
I don't know
What I'm whipping
Be sitting high
Gotta jump out like ten floors
It ain no hoeing me
Name a time a nigga
Back down from some beef
Fuck around have'm retreat
She bustin it all ona scene
Gotta closet fulla liquor
I love spending more figures
Lil baby on me now
Cause now she see the picture
Nobody was fighting for me
But I was fighting for my niggas
I be rolling through these streets
Like I know i'm that nigga
A nigga had to hustle
Put a lil muscle
For these dinner plates
A nigga had to tussle
For that duffel
That's ona nigga grave
I'd kill a nigga so quick
To make sure
A nigga family straight
Camping out
Nite & day
Al. B Sure that 'k' gon spray
Cause it's only right
If I take a life
I gotta give a life
After what I do
Bet she gon call me tonight
Ina gym w/ it every night
Tryna get my shit precise
Came in here lookin sharper than a
Chef Ramsey knife
Lil baby mad at me
Cause I tell tha truth
But I still make her pop that pussy like i'm
Uncle Luke
I'm getting that cash
So a nigga sitting coo
But these niggas hating
Making a nigga wanna make the news
&
That yac up on my side
Been ballin like a Laker
&
I been waiting on that pride,
Lil baby seen the flava
Do or die
Do u wanna ride?
But baby I ain captain save em
I jus fuck em
It ain no ties
Ina bandos used to hide
Ina bandos w/my bros
Ssssh, quiet keep it ona low
& I know that bitch gon lie
Tell me something
I don't know
What I'm whipping
Be sitting high
Gotta jump out like ten floors
It ain no hoeing me
Name a time a nigga
Back down from some beef
Fuck around have'm retreat
She bustin it all ona scene
Gotta closet fulla liquor
I love spending more figures
Lil baby on me now
Cause now she see the picture
Nobody was fighting for me
But I was fighting for my niggas
I be rolling through these streets
Like I know i'm that nigga
A nigga had to hustle
Put a lil muscle
For these dinner plates
A nigga had to tussle
For that duffel
That's ona nigga grave
I'd kill a nigga so quick
To make sure
A nigga family straight
Camping out
Nite & day
Al. B Sure that 'k' gon spray
Cause it's only right
If I take a life
I gotta give a life
After what I do
Bet she gon call me tonight
Ina gym w/ it every night
Tryna get my shit precise
Came in here lookin sharper than a
Chef Ramsey knife
Lil baby mad at me
Cause I tell tha truth
But I still make her pop that pussy like i'm
Uncle Luke
I'm getting that cash
So a nigga sitting coo
But these niggas hating
Making a nigga wanna make the news
Credits
Writer(s): Jacoby White, Aaron B. Tyler, Jay W. Jenkins, Miguel Scott, Terry Keith Allen, Andre P. Manuel, Lee F. Dixon
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