Album Name

Baby

Artist

Quality Control, DaBaby, Lil Baby

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2019.07.17

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Baby - Quality Control, Lil Baby, DaBaby
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