Quality Control, Lil Baby, DaBaby - Baby lyrics

Wheezy outta here

Yeah, rest in peace to Bankroll‚ show
'em how to do it baby goin' crazy‚ he been
Gettin' straight to it
I done caught so many flights I
End up fuckin' all the stewardesses
Catch me in Atlanta‚ no
Security with my jewelry found I was rich
My baby mama talkin' suin' me
'Nother bitch tellin' lies on the
Pussy like she screwin' me
Catch him down bad, that's his ass‚ nigga
You or me
SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't foolin' me
We was skippin' school on
The train‚ duckin' truancy
My main partner turned into a rat
He talkin' 'bout robbin' me
I pray the judge give that boy a
Bond so I can pop him
We was in the hood, sellin' bags
Shootin' choppers
Fucked around and tried to go
And lease a helicopter
Baby really a problem
Somebody gotta stop him
And the haters watchin' too hard
I think they got binoculars
Every nigga with me on go
It ain't no stoppin' us
Niggas actin' like they got the bag
I'm tryna stop it up
Do this for the bros down the road
Gotta lock it up
All you gotta do is say it's smoke
Then we're poppin' up
Baby got the streets on hold
He ain't drop yet i've been goin' hard
It's gon' be hard for you to top that
I make it look easy
But this shit really a process
I'm really a millionaire
Still in the projects

Baby puttin' on for the city
Baby, he the realest
Baby prolly got a couple million
Baby hang with four or five killers
Baby got children
Baby prolly still drug dealin
Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper
Baby makin' classics
Baby in the hood gettin' active
Baby keep it real with his people
Baby like a preacher
Baby prolly still sell reefer

Huh? Baby prolly still got them 'bows
I tell my bitch I'm faithful
But I still got the hoes
Baby gettin' jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy
Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy
You would think it's Mardi Gras
I got these bitches showin' titties
And I ain't throwin' beads
I pull them bitches' weaves
I'm stallin' bitches out, if I'm a dog
Then she a flea
And when I fuck her doggystyle the
Only time I'm on my knee
I barely wanna hit her
Got her beggin', "Baby, please"
I tell a bitch to shut up
You 'bout to fuck my nut up
The label's CEO keep beggin' me
To keep the gun up
They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him
Cut up private plane, Wi-Fi
On the FaceTime with Johnny
I told him ice my wrist up
I like to hold my fist up
How that boy DaBaby in the air
Not gettin' his dick sucked?
Why he keep the fire and throw
Them fours in every picture? 'Cause nigga

Baby puttin' on for the city
Baby, he the realest
Baby prolly got a couple million
Baby hang with four or five killers
Baby got children
Baby prolly still drug dealin
Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper
Baby makin' classics
Baby in the hood gettin' active
Baby keep it real with his people
Baby like a preacher
Baby prolly still sell reefer