Yeah rest in peace to Bankroll
Show 'em how to do it
Baby goin' crazy
He been gettin' straight to it
I done caught so many flights
I end up ******' all the
stewardesses
Catch me in Atlanta
No security with my jewelry
Found out I'm rich
My baby mama talkin' suin' me
'Nother ***** tellin' lies
On the ***** like she *******' me
Catch him down bad
That's his *** ***** you or me
SI diamonds on the chain
He ain't foolin' me
We was skippin' school
on the train duckin' truancy
My main partner
turned into a rat
He talkin' 'bout robbin' me
I pray the judge give that boy a
bond so I can pop him
We was in the hood sellin' bags
Shootin' choppas
I done ****** around and tried to
go and lease a helicopter
Baby really a problem
Somebody gotta stop him
And the haters watchin'
too hard
I think they got binoculars
Every ***** with me on go
It ain't no stoppin' us
****** actin' like they got the bag
I'm try-na stop it up
Do this for the bros
down the road
Gotta lock it up
All you gotta do is say
It's smoke
Then we're poppin' up
Baby got the streets on hold
He ain't drop yet
I've been goin' hard it's gon' be
hard for you to top that
I make it look easy
But this **** really a process
I'm really a millionaire
Still in the projects
Baby puttin' on for the city
Baby he the realest
Baby probably got a
couple million
Baby hang with
four or five killers
Baby got children
Baby probably still drug dealin'
Baby ain't a trapper
He a rapper
Baby makin' classics
Baby in the hood gettin' active
Baby keep it real
with his people
Baby like a preacher
Baby probably still sell reefer
Huh baby probably still
got them 'bows
I tell my ***** I'm faithful
But I still got the ****
Baby gettin' jiggy
On stage with the Glizzy
Baby CEO he shake the
game like he Diddy
You would think it's Mardi Gras
I got these ******* showin' *******
And I ain't throwin' beads
I pull them *******' weaves
I'm stallin' ******* out
If I'm a dog then she a flea
And when I **** her ***** style
The only time I'm on my knee
I barely wanna hit her
Got her beggin' baby please
I tell a ***** to shut up
You 'bout to **** my *** up
The label's CEO keep beggin'
me to keep the gun up
They know you play with Baby
Baby beat him cut up
Private plane wifi on the
FaceTime with Johnny
I told him ice my wrist up
I like to hold my fist up
How that boy DaBaby in the air
not gettin' his **** ******
Why he keep the fire and throw
them fours in every picture
'Cause *****
Baby puttin' on for the city
Baby he the realest
Baby probably got a
couple million
Baby hang with
four or five killers
Baby got children
Baby probably still drug dealin'
Baby ain't a trapper
He a rapper
Baby makin' classics
Baby in the hood gettin' active
Baby keep it real
with his people
Baby like a preacher
Baby probably still sell reefer