Lil Baby, AK The Menace - Boutta Blow lyrics
Lil Baby [Dominique Armani Jones] 4PF [Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Lil Baby, AK The Menace - Boutta Blow lyrics]
I ain't sold no bags in a minute
I can't speak for none of
The bros, what they do
That ain't my business
This a Hellcat when I'm ridin', not no Hemi
(Skrrt, skrrt) image all authentic
I ain't had to pull no gimmicks
Multi-millionaire, I'm still rockin' Dickies
Just got off the phone with Pee
He told me I ain't got no limit
I'm a superstar, I still be in the trenches
I can't rock with none of you busters
Man, I swear to God, I'm different, ayy
Thousand pair of white Air Force 1's
I signed with Finish Line
I'm just waitin' on your favorite
Cappin' rapper to finish lyin'
They already know what's up
Don't play with him, give me mine
Tried to tell 'em that I was the one
I gave 'em plenty signs
Forgiato rider, I got them on every whip
Now I'm handlin' business with Doritos
I need my chip i know if you stay down
You'll go far, go hard, don't trip
Look at me, I'm shinin' like a light
From my neck to my wrist, woah
I just brought awards back to the
Hood so we can toast up
I can't even say how much
I'm getting for a show
I be tryin' to dodge the blogs
I'm tryin' to keep it on the low
In the studio, I'm going hard
I swear I'm 'bout to blow
Yeah, boutta blow
I deliver hit's like it’s Domino’s
Four pockets full in designer clothes
I got that kick back when I go
You know my wrist wet how it glow
Marble floors take your shoes off
Forgiato when I cruise off
That ain’t the only thing in my crib
With some mileage and a body kit
I body rappers make a punching bag
I uppercut into upperclass
If you try to cut I got upper mags
I’m over everything but God
I came from the dirt and you just sod
I take off a slice like a buzzsaw
I make it look easy like magic
Tada, I I give her lockjaw
RIP my brother Jah Jah
I’m tryna get it for my partner
I’m a YRK like my bro Shawn
I cut off frauds, I don’t cut lawns
I keep a piece commission
Never question my position
I’m a MVP, I’m a CEO, jit, I’m boutta Blow
(Bwah)
I just brought awards back to the
Hood so we can toast up
I can't even say how much
I'm getting for a show
I be tryin' to dodge the blogs
I'm tryin' to keep it on the low
In the studio, I'm going hard
I swear I'm 'bout to blow
I can't speak for none of
The bros, what they do
That ain't my business
This a Hellcat when I'm ridin', not no Hemi
(Skrrt, skrrt) image all authentic
I ain't had to pull no gimmicks
Multi-millionaire, I'm still rockin' Dickies
Just got off the phone with Pee
He told me I ain't got no limit
I'm a superstar, I still be in the trenches
I can't rock with none of you busters
Man, I swear to God, I'm different, ayy
Thousand pair of white Air Force 1's
I signed with Finish Line
I'm just waitin' on your favorite
Cappin' rapper to finish lyin'
They already know what's up
Don't play with him, give me mine
Tried to tell 'em that I was the one
I gave 'em plenty signs
Forgiato rider, I got them on every whip
Now I'm handlin' business with Doritos
I need my chip i know if you stay down
You'll go far, go hard, don't trip
Look at me, I'm shinin' like a light
From my neck to my wrist, woah
I just brought awards back to the
Hood so we can toast up
I can't even say how much
I'm getting for a show
I be tryin' to dodge the blogs
I'm tryin' to keep it on the low
In the studio, I'm going hard
I swear I'm 'bout to blow
Yeah, boutta blow
I deliver hit's like it’s Domino’s
Four pockets full in designer clothes
I got that kick back when I go
You know my wrist wet how it glow
Marble floors take your shoes off
Forgiato when I cruise off
That ain’t the only thing in my crib
With some mileage and a body kit
I body rappers make a punching bag
I uppercut into upperclass
If you try to cut I got upper mags
I’m over everything but God
I came from the dirt and you just sod
I take off a slice like a buzzsaw
I make it look easy like magic
Tada, I I give her lockjaw
RIP my brother Jah Jah
I’m tryna get it for my partner
I’m a YRK like my bro Shawn
I cut off frauds, I don’t cut lawns
I keep a piece commission
Never question my position
I’m a MVP, I’m a CEO, jit, I’m boutta Blow
(Bwah)
I just brought awards back to the
Hood so we can toast up
I can't even say how much
I'm getting for a show
I be tryin' to dodge the blogs
I'm tryin' to keep it on the low
In the studio, I'm going hard
I swear I'm 'bout to blow