This Week

Lil Baby

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    Cook that shit up, Quay

    Pulled up sippin' on drank (drank)
    Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't)
    I just ran through a whole pint (whole pint)
    Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
    Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet)
    Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (new Jeep)
    Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep)
    All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet
    We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
    Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
    Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
    I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton
    Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
    I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous

    I'm rich, got caught with another nigga bitch
    New G-Wagon, '18, no tints
    Can't keep up with the money I spent
    I don't keep count, I just know that I'm gettin' it
    I be hearin' rumors they gon' take my chain
    I ain't really trippin' if a young nigga get it
    Hope you got insurance, nigga, you gon' die with it
    Breaking news, guarantee we make a nigga feel it
    We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
    Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
    We got the whole city on exotic, tell the plug to send all the flavors
    I never went for extortion, you can't pay a nigga to tell you I paid him
    Shout out the real ones who gettin' it, yeah
    Ride 'round the city, no ceiling, yeah
    I had to upgrade my living, yeah
    Took me some time, but I did it, yeah
    I'm balling, I stay on my pivot, yeah
    Label me one of the real ones, yeah
    I see 'em shootin' shots
    Any one of 'em hit me, we killin' 'em dead

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    Pulled up sippin' on drank (drank)
    Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't)
    I just ran through a whole pint (whole pint)
    Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
    Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet)
    Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (new Jeep)
    Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep)
    All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet
    We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
    Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
    Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
    I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton
    Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
    I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous

    I like how she watchin' me (like how she watchin')
    This jewelry on me goin' insane
    I come from the poverty (come from the poverty)
    This money ain't makin' me change (change)
    Everything lit when we go up, yeah
    Whole lot of four we throw up, yeah
    My diamonds on fleek, they glow up, yeah
    Everybody sip lean, pour up, yeah
    All the PT's came from Cinco
    Hope them folks don't hit me with the RICO
    Still can make a call and get a kilo
    Keep it real, you niggas know my steelo
    Hold that thought, just keep that on the D-low
    We don't pay no notes, don't go through re-po's
    We gon' hit 'em up and make 'em repost
    I became a neighborhood hero
    Tryna listen to my conversation
    Bank account a lot of puncutation
    Told the plug ain't no more situations
    Trap house rollin', Radric Davis (oh, God)
    Pulled up sippin' on drank, yeah
    Everywhere I go, big bank, yeah
    Ain't never withdraw from the bank, yeah
    Give a damn what a fuck nigga think, yeah

    Pulled up sippin' on drank (drank)
    Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't)
    I just ran through a whole pint (whole pint)
    Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
    Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet)
    Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (new Jeep)
    Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep)
    All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet
    We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
    Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
    Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
    I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton
    Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
    I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous

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    Composición: Christopher N'quay Rosser y Howard

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