[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Yeah, you ain't mad cause I'm rich is you
You ain't mad cause I'm lit is you
I got cars that got six figures, yeah
What's a mil' to a rich n***a, yeah
I give deals to my lil n***as, yeah
Signed a deal, you a rat now, yeah
I got demons in my background, yeah
She 'ont get it she gon' lash out, yeah
Got her titties and her ass out, yeah
I might change my name to cash out, yeah
Turn a brick into a glass house, yeah
Every city we bring bands out, yeah
My lil' homie took his mans off, slatt
You can stay, ya take ya pants off (facts)
I been balling like I'm Randolph, Zach
They do anything for info
I like fucking I'm a nympho
Iont care if the bank close
I can still get the bankroll
Used to hustle in the same clothes
Now I buy my bitch a Range Rove (yeah)
I can't sleep until the case close
And they let the whole gang home (yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
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

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
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 n***a...

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
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