Quality Control


[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
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 f**kin' all the stewardesses
Catch me in Atlanta‚ no security with my jewelry
Found I was rich, my baby mama talkin' suin' me
'Nother b*t*h tellin' lies on the pu**y like she screwin' me
Catch him down bad, that's his ass‚ n***a, 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
f**ked 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 n***a with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us
n***as 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 sh*t really a process
I'm really a millionaire, still in the projects
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