Polo G, Lil Baby - Be Something lyrics

Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke shit made me sick
Big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga
I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish
 ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it, nigga
Nobody ever gave me nothin'
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle
But I just keep stuntin'
Thirty in the mag, you get body bagged
I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas
I'm just gon' keep stompin'
I'm just gon' keep stompin'

Plottin on the come-up, we was schemin'
Now I hit the stage and they screamin'
I was tryna cope through them hard times
For them X pills, I was fiendin'
Got a bad bitch, honey
Skintone, pretty long hair, she Belizean
Tryna tell you, girl, I can't love you
I'm a cold hearted lil' demon
Dysfunctional, I can't show affection
Might bug out for no reason
Really you don't even gotta be here
I done got so used to people leavin'
You was ridin' for me, then you switched up
Now it's fuck you and I mean it
Couple situations left me traumatized
Now I say less 'cause I'm speechless
If my brother need it, then I got him, man
The whole gang know how I'm bleedin'
Tryna wake up from them nightmares
Devil in my ear while I'm dreamin'
In my past life, did some bad things
I know karma tryna get even
Tryna get away from all the
Drama, hopped in the Benz, now I'm speedin'

Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke shit made me sick
Big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga
I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish
Ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it, nigga
Nobody ever gave me nothin'
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle
But I just keep stuntin'
Thirty in the mag, you get body bagged
I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas
I'm just gon' keep stompin'
I'm just gon' keep stompin'

Goofy tried stealin' my formula
Look, these niggas corny
These niggas can't come on my corner
I'm the one do what I wanna
I made the guys spin that bitch
Every day like a carnival
Bought her a Patek Philippe
'cause she wanted one
These niggas nothin' like me, I am one of one
Take the Bentley, four hundred
I pay the bond you ain't scarin' no one with
No gun in this bitch
Everybody go dumb in this bitch
Niggas hoes and they mama a bitch
In the hood like Obama and shit
Presidential tint, no tellin' who in it
Ask around, I bet they tell you we winnin'
Different foreign cars
Ain't none of 'em rented
Hundred million cash, I'm comin' to get it
Out in Cali', but my mind in the trenches
I advise the boy to play his position
Run it up and show love to my city
Never leave 'em, I'm bringin' 'em with me
Keep a glizzy, it's goin' in with me
I can't let 'em get me
No time for bullshit, I'm sorry, I'm busy
I'ma go hard 'til I'm forty or fifty
Niggas be talkin', but they never do shit
So if it ain't money, I don't even listen

Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke shit made me sick
Big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga
I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish
Ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it, nigga
Nobody ever gave me nothin'
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle
But I just keep stuntin'
Thirty in the mag, you get body bagged
I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas
I'm just gon' keep stompin'
I'm just gon' keep stompin'