Baby (Lil Baby feat. DaBaby)

Wheezy outta here
 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 fuckin' all the stewardesses
 Catch me in 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
 SL 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 Rod and me
 I pray the judge give that boy 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 goin' 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 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 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 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 bitches showin' titties
 And I ain't throwin' beads
 I pull them bitches' weaves
 I'm stallin' bitches out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea
 And when I fuck her doggy style 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, 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 Da Baby 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 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 prolly still sell reefer