Baby - Lil Baby and DaBaby (lyrics) Yeah Rest in peace to Bankroll, show \u0027em how to do it Baby goin\u0027 crazy, he been gettin\u0027 straight to it I done caught so many flights I end up fuckin\u0027 all the stewardesses Catch me in Atlanta, no security with my jewelry Found out I\u0027m rich, my baby mama talkin\u0027 suin\u0027 me \u0027Nother bitch tellin\u0027 lies on the pussy like she screwin\u0027 me Catch him down bad, that\u0027s his ass, nigga, you or me SI diamonds on the chain, he ain\u0027t foolin\u0027 me We was skippin\u0027 school on the train, duckin\u0027 truancy My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin\u0027 \u0027bout Rod and me I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him We was in the hood, sellin\u0027 bags, shootin\u0027 choppas I done fucked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him And the haters watchin\u0027 too hard, I think they got binoculars Every nigga with me on go, it ain\u0027t no stoppin\u0027 us Niggas actin\u0027 like they got the bag, I\u0027m tryna stop it up Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up All you gotta do is say it\u0027s smoke, then we\u0027re poppin\u0027 up Baby got the streets on hold, he ain\u0027t drop yet I\u0027ve been goin\u0027 hard, it\u0027s gon\u0027 be hard for you to top that I make it look easy, but this shit really a process I\u0027m really a millionaire, still in the projects Baby puttin\u0027 on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin\u0027 Baby ain\u0027t a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin\u0027 classics, Baby in the hood gettin\u0027 active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Huh? Baby probably still got them \u0027bows I tell my bitch I\u0027m faithful, but I still got the hoes Baby gettin\u0027 jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy You would think it\u0027s Mardi Gras, I got these bitches showin\u0027 titties And I ain\u0027t throwin\u0027 beads, I pull them bitches\u0027 weaves I\u0027m stallin\u0027 bitches out, if I\u0027m a dog, then she a flea And when I fuck her doggy style the only time I\u0027m on my knee I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin\u0027, \u0022Baby, please\u0022 I tell a bitch to shut up, you \u0027bout to fuck my nut up The label\u0027s CEO keep beggin\u0027 me to keep the gun up They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up Private plane, wifi, on the FaceTime with Johnny I told him, \u0022Ice my wrist up, I like to hold my fist up\u0022 How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin\u0027 his dick sucked? Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture? \u0027Cause nigga Baby puttin\u0027 on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin\u0027 Baby ain\u0027t a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin\u0027 classics, Baby in the hood gettin\u0027 active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer