Lil Baby - Danger lyrics
Lil Baby [Dominique Armani Jones] 4PF [Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Lil Baby - Danger lyrics]
Chrome Heart jeans look kinda
Dumb with the Amiris
Some would call it crazy
Half a ticket on some earrings
At it for a decade
Had a plug when I was sixteen
PTSD, I ain't sleep so I don't got dreams
Two things I ain't running out
This money and this lean
Two things I care about
My family and my team
We was supposed to keep it on the low
But why you scream
Balling like the playoffs
I was tryna get a ring penthouse in Miami
Pretty vibes wildin' out like they
Work for Nick Cannon
Tell that bitch to have a seat
I know that she can't stand it
Tell them boys it's fuck 'em all
Ain't got no understanding
Legend in my neighborhood for real
Free Shannon
Keeping my composure, I'm on chill
I can't panic
Thеy say I wouldn't make it past two years
But I managed to
You supposеd to go with how you feel
I'm not mad at you g Wagen matte-blue
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
Fuck all the time and still act
Like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes
I come so hard why y'all on my dick? You
Know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothing
Everybody they own boss
We all getting this money
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie
But I ain't gon' talk about it
I was in the trap too
I fucked up my sack too
Most of that shit cap, can't go
For that, you say it's facts, prove it
Plug had us on a stash dub
But now we back moving
They thought they was winning 'til I
Entered now they back losing
Brodie in prison on an iPhone getting tattoed
I don't know who told you to come for me
That's a bad move
I ain't in no space for no company
I'm in a bad mood
Only thing I gotta abide by is the cash rules
If you think I ain't running this money up
You a damn fool tryna count my pockets
My net worth ain't on no damn Google
Fifty million dollars in a
Year, if I'm lying, shoot me
Five hundred thousand every show
I'm on my grind, stupid
I been fucking her and her best friend
I put 'em in a group text
They done made you mad, get in your bag
That's how you posed to do that
Everybody got a hundred guns
They know what no to shoot at
I'ma get this guap until I'm done, bro
I can promise you that
I was on the block when
Shit was lit for real
Where the fuck was you at?
Never drop no song then hit
A bitch for real, bro, we don't do that
We the ones that's really
Out here pushing, bro
I thought you knew that
Come through in that what's her
Name, everybody look like, "Who that?"
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
Fuck all the time and still act
Like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes
I come so hard why y'all on my dick? You
Know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothing
Everybody they own boss
We all getting this money
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie
But I ain't gon' talk about it
Dumb with the Amiris
Some would call it crazy
Half a ticket on some earrings
At it for a decade
Had a plug when I was sixteen
PTSD, I ain't sleep so I don't got dreams
Two things I ain't running out
This money and this lean
Two things I care about
My family and my team
We was supposed to keep it on the low
But why you scream
Balling like the playoffs
I was tryna get a ring penthouse in Miami
Pretty vibes wildin' out like they
Work for Nick Cannon
Tell that bitch to have a seat
I know that she can't stand it
Tell them boys it's fuck 'em all
Ain't got no understanding
Legend in my neighborhood for real
Free Shannon
Keeping my composure, I'm on chill
I can't panic
Thеy say I wouldn't make it past two years
But I managed to
You supposеd to go with how you feel
I'm not mad at you g Wagen matte-blue
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
Fuck all the time and still act
Like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes
I come so hard why y'all on my dick? You
Know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothing
Everybody they own boss
We all getting this money
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie
But I ain't gon' talk about it
I was in the trap too
I fucked up my sack too
Most of that shit cap, can't go
For that, you say it's facts, prove it
Plug had us on a stash dub
But now we back moving
They thought they was winning 'til I
Entered now they back losing
Brodie in prison on an iPhone getting tattoed
I don't know who told you to come for me
That's a bad move
I ain't in no space for no company
I'm in a bad mood
Only thing I gotta abide by is the cash rules
If you think I ain't running this money up
You a damn fool tryna count my pockets
My net worth ain't on no damn Google
Fifty million dollars in a
Year, if I'm lying, shoot me
Five hundred thousand every show
I'm on my grind, stupid
I been fucking her and her best friend
I put 'em in a group text
They done made you mad, get in your bag
That's how you posed to do that
Everybody got a hundred guns
They know what no to shoot at
I'ma get this guap until I'm done, bro
I can promise you that
I was on the block when
Shit was lit for real
Where the fuck was you at?
Never drop no song then hit
A bitch for real, bro, we don't do that
We the ones that's really
Out here pushing, bro
I thought you knew that
Come through in that what's her
Name, everybody look like, "Who that?"
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
Fuck all the time and still act
Like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes
I come so hard why y'all on my dick? You
Know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothing
Everybody they own boss
We all getting this money
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie
But I ain't gon' talk about it