Lil Baby - Word on the Street lyrics

Dominique Armani Jones [4PF] Atlanta. USA.

[Lil Baby - Word on the Street lyrics]

We Global now

Word on the street
They got a lil' bitty hit out
Really run Atlanta
I can make a nigga get out if anything
I have more respect for you bitches
Nigga, you a bitch, we don't shoot and miss
(Nah) glock-19 unfold and it spit out
Double R underneath the door when I get out
Clutchin' on my fans
Had to tell lil' bro to chill out
How the fuck your whole gang down
The road and you still out?
Undercover rat, pussy nigga, you a sellout
Every show I get either packed or it sell out
I been ballin' hard, you on the bench
You gotta sit out
Know a nigga mad, he can't even put a hit out
Middle of the winter, drop top with a mink on
Bad lil' vibe, yeah
She say that's her theme song
I done made a whole million
Dollars off a flip phone no Soulja Boy
That bitch ain't even have a ringtone

Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
We just fuck around, we don't date
I went straight up there to Mars
So they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
Then I took off, I ain't have no other option
I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen

Call overseas
Tell them youngins to spin again
I don't throw rocks and hide my
Hand 'cause I'm a man
Million cash in the book bag, I'm a big dog
Threw my shot at any nigga, bitch
I think I'm Chris Paul
Sippin' all these meds
Nigga gotta be throwed off
I was gettin' head
Fucked around and I dozed off
Rolls Royce truck
Crank it and let the nose out
Everything I said, I went did it, boy
I'm the chosen child

Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
We just fuck around, we don't date
I went straight up there to Mars
So they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
Then I took off, I ain't have no other option
I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen

Safe deposit boxes on fleek
And my bank account, I don't touch it
I'ma get it out the street
Got your vibe all on my drip
She say you cheap
And she know I'm havin' money
Buy her titties, ass, and teeth
Catchin' three flights every day
The only time I get some sleep
Kept it real and they be cappin'
Really you can't compete
I spend it all on bullets
Niggas don't wanna beef
Got a D-boy swag, pull up SRT
I ain't playin' with nobody
Nobody gon' play with me
Got a driver for my car
He take me from A to Z
Got some homies on the yard
I probably'll never see
If the money was the issue
I promise they'd be free
They was sleepin' on me
Bad, they fucked around, woke up a beast
Switch it up, I went romantic
Took my shawty out to Greece
Every city that I go to
Gotta link up with the street
I'm too humble for 'em
Guess that's why they thinkin' I was sweet

Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
We just fuck around, we don't date
I went straight up there to Mars
So they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
Then I took off, I ain't have no other option
I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen

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