what would baby do?
Hey, man, the-, the fuck you mean
You ain't heard no fuckin' Lentra the God?
Oh, yeah (ay)
First, I'll sip some Henny
Drown in Henny like I'm mad at you (sSkrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I pull up on your girl
She shew me away, she got some attitude
Yeah, I might fuck around with Lentra
Maybe make a hit or two (or three)
Distribution of some wealth
My money is like hella skewed
And all I ever hear is "You can't do this shit"
I'm sick of you (shut the fuck up!)
Everybody ask me questions
Oh, like, "What would baby do?" (bbno$)
What would baby drive?
What would baby have?
What would baby do? What would baby do?
I don't fuck with you, bitch (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
First, I'd take a flight to China
Course I got a business view
I feel like I'm average
But y'all brand me like a Mew 2
Do not freestyle but I rap
I'm sorry, I'm just as smooth as you
"Baby, trash at rapping"
"'Cause he rhymin' the word 'you' with you" (Bruh)
Like, who is you?
I'm a modest guy, feeling fly
Catch me dreamin' of a Bentley coupe
So, like "What would baby buy?"
"How'd he come up with that alibi?"
He be shooting in all you ladies
With his witty lullaby (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Baby never snorin', always workin', that go hand-in-hand
Flyin' from Japan, I'm writin' hits, I'd rather this than Xan
Find me bouncin' out the Honda with the bag and keys in hand
Baby on his lawyer jargon, sussy boy, you contraband
Officer
Please, don't stop me, no, my neck is dew
Custom guards be wildin'
Askin' me like, "What would baby do?"
I'm sorry
I didn't mean to influence you
So I will not take the blame for some shit that you do
So trust me, sussy boy
Don't ask me for a feat', I'll laugh at you (haha)
Baby got some money
I won't lie, that's completely true
Went from zero to a hundred K directly after school
Tryna get this money
Get this Bentley, that's the only mood
Yeah, everything you do, I do too
But with larger magnitude (fire)
So I suggest your next move is to ask me
"What would baby do?"
What will baby think?
What will baby say?
When will baby ever stop placin'
All them commas? I never wanna
That's on my momma
Yeah, baby, baby, baby
Yeah, baby, baby, baby
What would you do, baby?
What would you do, baby?
Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby
What would you do, baby?
What would you do, baby?
Yeah, baby, baby, baby
Yeah, baby, baby, baby
What would baby drive?
What would baby have?
What will baby do?
What will baby do?
I don't fuck with you
You ain't heard no fuckin' Lentra the God?
Oh, yeah (ay)
First, I'll sip some Henny
Drown in Henny like I'm mad at you (sSkrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I pull up on your girl
She shew me away, she got some attitude
Yeah, I might fuck around with Lentra
Maybe make a hit or two (or three)
Distribution of some wealth
My money is like hella skewed
And all I ever hear is "You can't do this shit"
I'm sick of you (shut the fuck up!)
Everybody ask me questions
Oh, like, "What would baby do?" (bbno$)
What would baby drive?
What would baby have?
What would baby do? What would baby do?
I don't fuck with you, bitch (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
First, I'd take a flight to China
Course I got a business view
I feel like I'm average
But y'all brand me like a Mew 2
Do not freestyle but I rap
I'm sorry, I'm just as smooth as you
"Baby, trash at rapping"
"'Cause he rhymin' the word 'you' with you" (Bruh)
Like, who is you?
I'm a modest guy, feeling fly
Catch me dreamin' of a Bentley coupe
So, like "What would baby buy?"
"How'd he come up with that alibi?"
He be shooting in all you ladies
With his witty lullaby (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Baby never snorin', always workin', that go hand-in-hand
Flyin' from Japan, I'm writin' hits, I'd rather this than Xan
Find me bouncin' out the Honda with the bag and keys in hand
Baby on his lawyer jargon, sussy boy, you contraband
Officer
Please, don't stop me, no, my neck is dew
Custom guards be wildin'
Askin' me like, "What would baby do?"
I'm sorry
I didn't mean to influence you
So I will not take the blame for some shit that you do
So trust me, sussy boy
Don't ask me for a feat', I'll laugh at you (haha)
Baby got some money
I won't lie, that's completely true
Went from zero to a hundred K directly after school
Tryna get this money
Get this Bentley, that's the only mood
Yeah, everything you do, I do too
But with larger magnitude (fire)
So I suggest your next move is to ask me
"What would baby do?"
What will baby think?
What will baby say?
When will baby ever stop placin'
All them commas? I never wanna
That's on my momma
Yeah, baby, baby, baby
Yeah, baby, baby, baby
What would you do, baby?
What would you do, baby?
Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby
What would you do, baby?
What would you do, baby?
Yeah, baby, baby, baby
Yeah, baby, baby, baby
What would baby drive?
What would baby have?
What will baby do?
What will baby do?
I don't fuck with you
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Writer(s): Adam King Feeney, Alexander Gumuchian, Garrett Hartnell
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