lil baby – freestyle Lyrics

“lil baby”

Shoutout my label that’s me

I’m in this bitch with TP

I’m in this bitch with 4trey

I just poured up me a 8

Real nigga all in my face

500 racks in my safe

500 racks to the plug

What you know ’bout showin’ love

What you know ’bout pullin’ up, in Bentley trucks

Make these bitches fall in love

All of my niggas on go

None of my niggas no hoe

All of my niggas want smoke

All of my niggas together we came from the bottom we used to wear each other clothes

None of my niggas gon’ fold

Couple pussy niggas told

They ain’t my niggas no mo’

Hold it down for the 4

In the 9 with the woes

Ralo my dawg that’s for sho’

We won’t fall out about shit

Specially not ’bout no bitch

We ain’t gone fallout bout hoes

Me and Ced get them loads

We let ’em go for the low

I got my hood in control

I got my left wrist on froze

I got my right wrist on froze

I got my necklace on froze

Both my ears on froze

I been gettin faded I’m sippin’ on maple

If she won’t fuck I won’t make her

I don’t like bitches with makeup

If she want titties I pay for ’em

Get outta there when I wake up

I pass the ball I don’t layup

I’m a big boss I got say so

They’ll wipe you down If I say so

Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos

40’s, on 40’s, on 40’s

I just bought me some new water

Wetter than Katrina shout out New Orleans

I made a promise my niggas gon’ ball

Hard in the paint change my name to John Wall

Geekin’ off trees like a leaf in the fall

Find a new plug then we takin’ em all

Pull up in a brand new Benz Truck

Hop out fresher than a mento

Lil nigga but I’m big dawg

All I gotta make is one call

Hit a nigga block, two calls

Cross a nigga up, hot sauce

Ooh I got ’em mad, my fault

Talking bout the shit that I bought

Poppi’n these perks I done turned to a savage

Hundred racks stuffed in the mattress

Hundred racks stuffed in the attic

Hundred racks stuffed in the sofa

These niggas play gangsta but they won’t approach me

I know they’ll never approach me

They know that they’ll catch a bullet

I rock the game to the fullest

I run with some real ones I don’t hang with no pussies

I ain’t no killer don’t push me

I see how you niggas be lookin’

I hope you don’t think you no bully

I’m livin’ the life I should star in a movie

Ridin’ in a vert with a uzi

Twelve get behind me I lose ’em

They tryin’ guess what I’m doin’

They tryin’ guess who I’m screwin’

That ain’t even they business

They ain’t wanna fuck with me

Now they see a nigga drippin’

Now they wanna fuck with me

They can’t get in touch with me

Hardly ever in the city

They just know I’m gettin’ bigger

They just know a nigga busy

I been runnin’ up them digits

Yeah

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