Baby

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 I was rich 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 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' choppers 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 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 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 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