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Lyricist: Lil Baby
Lyrics:
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
This ain't the vibe that I need Stop the beat, G5 free Ibespendin' racks inthese jeans I'm too real, fuck isy'all mean? I ain't have to sell you no dream I said what it was, you didn't believe me You be the cake and I be the cream Now I look up and then she was leaving I'm on the way, cannot be late Speedin' through traffic like I'm in a race I wanted it now, she want me to wait I'm one of a kind, so you gotta taste it Granddad died, knew I would make it I'm a real one, you can't fake that Most of my niggas still be takin' I got rich, this shit still don't faze me You only get one call, I can't chase 'em Might take one shot, a lil' chaser Stayin' up now for us to fuck later Mama used to tell me times would get greater Cartier diamonds blockin' these haters Dior drip, shit gettin' tapered I just spent a Bentley truck with lil' Tatum Favor for favor, nigga, I don't pay them Get off my dick, nigga, we don't play them, yeah Look like it, we don't stay here Makin' half a million dollar plays, juggs Still chunkin' up neighborhoods Grass cut, sure the neighbors good My partner's mama know I'm really hustlin' If the spot hot, we invade houses We got kicked out, go in they house, yeah
It was hot and it was dark and I had thought of ending it all Then the sun had came out and I looked up and I seen God Ain't gon' lie like it was easy, it's the truth, this shit been hard I done finally got an award, yeah
Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up) Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please) At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin') Never off, be consistent (Huh) Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah) Handle the business, don't mention I ain't even have a pot to piss in Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up) Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please) At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin') Never off, be consistent (Huh) Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah) Handle the business, don't mention I ain't even have a pot to piss in Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid
My cars come with stars and kits None of my kids gon' starve for shit You weren't even here when I started this All the drugs I sold, all the shit I took I done seen so much, I can write a book Ain't stuntin' that ho, I can buy that look Clothes off, how your body look? I been 'bout business, I'm still a crook I get in my mode, they all be shook Said that's your bro, y'all all get pushed You was in the house on punishment I was in the hood sellin' strong ass kush Your cuz came through with that Reggie Bush Give me style and credit for all his looks Sold-out shows in the DMV Now Shaquille O'Neal can't lil' boy me
Had some dirt off in my diamonds, had to brush it off I was 'posed to be somewhere workin', I'm somewhere fuckin' off I get checks in by the contract like I'm playin' ball I been hanging 'round some millionaires, it's safe to say it's rubbin' off
Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up) Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please) At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin') Never off, be consistent (Huh) Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah) Handle the business, don't mention I ain't even have a pot to piss in Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up) Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please) At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin') Never off, be consistent (Huh) Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah) Handle the business, don't mention I ain't even have a pot to piss in Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid
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