- Lil Baby Belly 歌詞
- Gunna Lil Baby
- Ah-ah-ah, hey
Run that back, Turbo
You ****** bogus, I see the imposers
I used to say, 'YOLO,' trap on Motorolla
Spittin these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
Im ridin with my dawg and he aint gotta question
I got a ***** like Keisha off of Belly
Police got dogs and they cant even smell me
Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly
20s on me, I call em green relish
Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished
Too many vibes, they think Im R. Kelly
PH in the sky, we got em already
PJ in the sky and I dont wanna land it
Creepin at night, the VLONE bandit
I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed
Worked all my life and now I understand it
Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it
I got the sweetest sauce like jelly
Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded
I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli
I held him down, that ***** was my celly
**** you **** ******, never made me heartless
Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target
They cut out the coupe before we hit the market
We dont pack our bags cause we gon shop regardless
Backend , Im back in, paid up for the party
I done came a long way from openin up for Carti
Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti
Polices cases, all that we avoidin'
The lean in my cup gettin more and more muddy
I shown all my love, Ive never been a bully
Got every color VLONE hoody
Just jumped in the game and still I aint no rookie
I got this sauce, cream and puddin
I came with the drip, got everybody lookin
Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken
Send a front in, its easy to get a book in
You ****** bogus, I see the imposers
I used to say, 'YOLO,' trap on Motorolla
Spittin these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
Im ridin with my dawg and he aint gotta question
Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek
Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me
My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion
I still rock the fitted, but I dont be cappin (Skrrt)
These camouflage denim like I just went campin
They still cant believe that I made it, they happy
I been gettin money before I was rappin
Im ridin in the Wraith like I play with the actors
No pleadin, arraignment, aint takin no charges
My young *****s solid, I know that he got me
He keep his mouth closed, Ima buy him a foreign
Penthouse, hotel suite whenever were tourin
How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan
Packin out shows, love my fans,they important
And Im still in the trap, in the hood like a motor
Spend thousands on fragrance, she ****** my older
I just started rappin, I made me some millions
Man, shout out Atlanta, Im runnin my city
These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50
I leveled it up, Ive been handlin business
Gettin 20 a night, every day, different city
I just keep puttin this syrup in my kidneys
This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee)
I got Gunna with me, rockin VLONE, Supreme (Yeah, yeah)
You ****** bogus, I see the imposers
I used to say, 'YOLO,' trap on Motorolla
Spittin these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy -coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
Im ridin with my dawg and he aint gotta question (Uh)
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