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    Baby
    
    
    [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  
 
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