Baby

(album: Quality Control: Control The Streets, Vol. 2 - 2019)

[Future:]
Wheezy outta here

[Lil Baby:]
Yeah, rest in peace to Bankroll, show 'em how to do it
Baby going crazy, he been getting straight to it
I done caught so many flights I end up fucking all the stewardesses
Catch me in Atlanta, no security with my jewelry
Found I was rich, my baby mama talking suing me
'Nother bitch telling lies on the pussy like she screwing me
Catch him down bad, that's his ass, nigga, you or me
SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't fooling me
We was skipping school on the train, ducking truancy
My main partner turned into a rat, he talking 'bout robbing me
I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him
We was in the hood, selling bags, shooting choppers
Fucked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter
Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him
And the haters watching too hard, I think they got binoculars
Every nigga with me on go, it ain't no stopping us
Niggas acting like they got the bag, I'm tryna 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 popping up
Baby got the streets on hold, he ain't drop yet
I've been going hard, it's gon' be hard for you to top that
I make it look easy, but this shit really a process
I'm really a millionaire, still in the projects

Baby putting on for the city
Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million
Baby hang with four or five killers
Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin
Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper
Baby making classics, Baby in the hood getting active
Baby keep it real with his people
Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer

[DaBaby:]
Huh? Baby prolly still got them 'bows
I tell my bitch I'm faithful, but I still got the hoes
Baby getting 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 bitches showing titties
And I ain't throwing beads, I pull them bitches' weaves
I'm stalling bitches out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea
And when I fuck her doggystyle the only time I'm on my knee
I barely wanna hit her, got her begging, "Baby, please"
I tell a bitch to shut up, you 'bout to fuck my nut up
The label's CEO keep begging me to keep the gun up
They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up
Private plane, Wi-Fi, 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 getting his dick sucked?
Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture?
'Cause nigga

[Lil Baby:]
Baby putting on for the city
Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million
Baby hang with four or five killers
Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin
Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper
Baby making classics, Baby in the hood getting active
Baby keep it real with his people
Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer