Baby lyrics

Yeah, rest in peace to Bankroll, show 'em how to do it, baby goin' crazy, he been gettin' straight to do it.

I done caught so many flights I end up fuckin' all the stewardesses, catch me on Atlanta, no security with my jewelry.

Found all them rings, my baby mama talkin' suin' me, 'nother bitch tellin' lies on the pussy like she screwin' me.

Catch him down bad, that's his ass, nigga, you or me, SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't foolin' me.

We ain't skippin' school on the train, duckin' truancy, my main partner turned into a rat, he talkin' 'bout Rod and me.

I pray the judge give that boy and a bond so I can pop him, we was in the hood, sellin' bags, shroom, trap exotic.

Fucked 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 nigga with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us.

Niggas actin' 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 poppin' up, baby got the streets on hold, he ain't drop yet.

I've been doin' 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 puttin' 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 got drug dealin.

Baby ain't the trapper, he a rapper, Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active.

Baby keep it real with this people, Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer.

Huh? Baby prolly still got them 'bows, I tell my bitch I'm faithful, but I still got the hoes.

Baby getting jiggy, on the stage with the Gizzy, Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy.

You would think it's Mardi Gras, I got these bitches showin' titties, and I ain't blowin' beads, I put them bitches' weaves.

I'm stallin' bitches out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea, and when I fuck with her doggystyle the only time I'm on my knee.

I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin' "Baby, please", I tell a bitch to shut up, you 'bout to fuck my nut up.

The label's CEO keep beggin' me to keep the gun up, they know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him up, cut up.

Private plane, Wi-Fi, on the FaceTime with Johnny, I told him ice my wrist up, I like to hold my wrist up.

How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin' his dick sucked? Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture? 'Cause nigga...

Baby puttin' 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 got drug dealin.

Baby ain't the trapper, he a rapper, Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active.

Baby keep it real with this people, Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer.

• Artist:Quality Control