Lil Baby (Freestyle)
From the top
Back on my bullshit man
Bou
Aye
Shoutout young hustle that's me
We the ones flooding these streets
We giving hope to the streets
We don't respond to no tweets
We ain't promoting for for free
Fuck the police
How many O's in a key
We put our bros on they feet
You got your bro on a tee
She wanna go for the team
Go put your hoe on a leash
Niggas be throwing me off
Bitches be throwing it back
I never trip off a loss
I know I'm gettin it back
Never forget how to trap
I put my hood on my back
I put my squad on the map
You niggas thought I would crack
Look at me all is in tact
Want me fall
I won't respond or react
Ain't no one fuckin with us
You do not hustle enough
These niggas they swearing they tuff
It's ten of y'all sharing a gun
Stay with a drum in the cut
Pull up and humble you brah
That money you pull out to stunt
I spend on Henny and brunch
All of my homies are racist and dead
Reason why I'ma keep one in the head
Heard he been plottin to fill me with lead
I'ma sit back and put ten on his head
I do not joke when it come to my bread
Rent has been due for you Day Day and Craigs
Wondering why you ain't getting ahead?
You chasing a bitch that I'm leaving on read
I been grinding for like five summers
Pray to god that my time coming
Feds blitzin they ain't find nothin
Born broke I'ma die stuntin
Flip cane like line brothers
No nine to five I got side hustles
God strength I got divine muscle
Can't relate this is my struggle
Damn thats all I got right there man
No more free bars man
Back on my bullshit man
Bou
Aye
Shoutout young hustle that's me
We the ones flooding these streets
We giving hope to the streets
We don't respond to no tweets
We ain't promoting for for free
Fuck the police
How many O's in a key
We put our bros on they feet
You got your bro on a tee
She wanna go for the team
Go put your hoe on a leash
Niggas be throwing me off
Bitches be throwing it back
I never trip off a loss
I know I'm gettin it back
Never forget how to trap
I put my hood on my back
I put my squad on the map
You niggas thought I would crack
Look at me all is in tact
Want me fall
I won't respond or react
Ain't no one fuckin with us
You do not hustle enough
These niggas they swearing they tuff
It's ten of y'all sharing a gun
Stay with a drum in the cut
Pull up and humble you brah
That money you pull out to stunt
I spend on Henny and brunch
All of my homies are racist and dead
Reason why I'ma keep one in the head
Heard he been plottin to fill me with lead
I'ma sit back and put ten on his head
I do not joke when it come to my bread
Rent has been due for you Day Day and Craigs
Wondering why you ain't getting ahead?
You chasing a bitch that I'm leaving on read
I been grinding for like five summers
Pray to god that my time coming
Feds blitzin they ain't find nothin
Born broke I'ma die stuntin
Flip cane like line brothers
No nine to five I got side hustles
God strength I got divine muscle
Can't relate this is my struggle
Damn thats all I got right there man
No more free bars man
Credits
Writer(s): Boubacar Barry
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