[Verse 1: Lil Baby] Switch the 'Rari when I want, we at the other, other spot Me and bro ain't swappin' out our jewels, this another watch I get all types of bags in, I'm a different hot Shrooms, sex on the private jet, this a different high I'm with the [?] Brodie changed his life right way, he an ex kidnapper Ain't tryna go there with you, weird ass actors And rappers or whatever you call yourself I got five cellphones, [?] to call my bluff Delete shit, I don't post, I can't show them folks all of this stuff Turnin' up thе business, I done killed and been ballin' it up Oldеr niggas postin' motivation, they holdin' they nuts Keep the ones as clear, so don't put two millions to see the guts Colors, she thinkin' I'm stubborn But baby, I'm the catch, I catch up with you when I can Need a chemical, every thing we do it should be all for him We came through a hundred deep, I seen you with your boyfriend Horse power, I was in a 'Rari, I was with a barbie, I had on Martin I call Lauren, my new-new, yeah-yeah, my boo Shit I rap 'bout be all facts, I'm livin' out my truth He think he this 'cause he bought that, bro, I copped [?] We havin' motion for real, brr, everybody gettin' money I took off on niggas, real bad, everybody act funny Life a hard pill to swallow, nigga, everybody gotta stomach I tried show niggas the right way, so every body [?]
[Verse 2: Gucci] I taught lead by example, helped everybody get money I quit lean and stopped gamblin', I'm an ex codeine junkie (Lean) Stayed in motels with my family, and did pushups with my blanket Used to work abroad for my brother'nem, but I ain't never been no flankin' (No) Some nigga tried me but couldn't call me, just a young nigga, they jumped me One nigga still think he got one up on me, but his day still comin' (Wow) I don't make threats nor promise, I just drop bands like commas Don't even ask me 'bout dead folks, 'cause I ain't got no comment (Yeah) I want my Ms up to one, two, three, four, five one-hundred (Go) I ain't arguin' on no internet, I'm not Wack100 (No) I'm in here with no shirt, just to show off the tats on my stomach (Man) Niggas old an broke, and out of shape, it sick, make me vomit Eighteen year later and my stock still ain't plummet Had to bet on myself, and made somethin' from nothin' (Yeah) Niggas sayin' they did this and that, for me y'all ain't did nothin' Nigga gon' throw they hand in and stop all that bluffin' (It's Gucci)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
