Lil Baby - I'm Straight lyrics

Lil Baby

Lil Baby [Dominique Armani Jones] 4PF [Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.] 🇺🇸

[Lil Baby - I'm Straight lyrics]

Yeah cook that shit up, Quay
I look up
I see I got bout seven rides in the streets
Know what I'm saying?
Living life to the fullest
You know what I'm saying?

Ain't got no regrets
I can't complain my life is great
(I'm straight) i just woke up today made
A hundred thousand dollar play
I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they
Stickin' like they counterfeit
I print this shit
Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut
I'm going dumb dumb
I'm sippin' act', and that some real deal
Do you want some?
Same ones tryin' run with the clique
Be the same ones that throwing


Salt on the clique
Main reason why I'm fuckin' ya bitch
I ain't gon' say shit

I asked you about it, you lied
You asked me about it, I kept it one hundred
I'm nothin' like these other guys
I really spent two thousand on kicks
And only wear 'em one time
Something about a nigga mind frame
Diamonds doing jumpin'-jacks in the AP
I can make the time change
Two hundred hoes in my call log and
I ain't got not a name saved
Took her out the hood, put her on the drip
Now I got her rockin' name brand
Me and Ced had two different spots
We usually around the corner
Doin' the same thing
Everywhere I go my chains hang
Free the bros out the chain gang
New Maybach cost 230
I don't even get my shoes dirty
I don't even sleep when I get tired
You can see the Adderall in my eyes
Tiger said he got the drop on the opps
Fuck it slide and shoot up the block
Niggas know how we come through
G5 out the sunroof

Ain't got no regrets
I can't complain my life is great
(I'm straight) i just woke up today made
A hundred thousand dollar play
I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they
Stickin' like they counterfeit
I print this shit
Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut
I'm going dumb dumb
I'm sippin' act', and that some real deal
Do you want some?
Same ones tryin' run with the clique
Be the same ones that throwing
Salt on the clique
Main reason why I'm fuckin' ya bitch
I ain't gon' say shit

We use trap out my mom house
Turn the condo to a hideout
We can't be fuckin' at my house
Niggas be runnin' they damn mouth
Walk down on them broad daylight
It ain't no fun in no drive-by
I'm cool on the love and the high-fives
You niggas can't keep up with my guys
You can't get all this drip in a lifetime
I got out and ran it up at the right time
We got Dracos whenever it's nighttime
We ain't ever gonna stop at the stop sign
Went to Wafi, I told 'em I want to shine
Then the coupe quarter million
They wiped me down i'm running this town
Everything I say facts niggas can't take that
New Lamborghini 18'
Only thing I do is make cream
I don't why these niggas hating
Only thing I do is drink lean
Rest in peace to Fredo Santana
I just keep on buying all these Fantas
I don't want to go out like that
Only thing I know is get racks

Ain't got no regrets
I can't complain my life is great
(I'm straight) i just woke up today made
A hundred thousand dollar play
I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they
Stickin' like they counterfeit
I print this shit
Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut
I'm going dumb dumb
I'm sippin' act', and that some real deal
Do you want some?
Same ones tryin' run with the clique
Be the same ones that throwing
Salt on the clique
Main reason why I'm fuckin' ya bitch
I ain't gon' say shit

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