Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Songwriter
Jonathan L. Kirk
Jonathan L. Kirk
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 - all the stewardesses Catch me in Atlanta, no security with my jewelry Found out I was rich, my baby mama talkin' suin' me 'Nother - tellin' lies on the p- like she screwin' me Catch him down bad, that's his -, 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' choppas I done - 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- with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us - 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 skreets 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 - 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 - Baby got children, Baby prolly still - 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 - Huh? Baby prolly still got them 'bows I tell my - I'm faithful, but I still got the - 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 - showin' - (showin') And I ain't throwin' beads, I pull them - weaves I'm stallin' - out, if I'm a dawg, then she a flea And when I - her doggystyle the only time I'm on my knee (whoo) I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin', "Baby, please" I tell a - to shut up, you 'bout to f- The label's CEO keep beggin' me to keep the - 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 -? Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture? 'Cause - Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million Baby hang with four or five - Baby got children, Baby prolly still - 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 - (sell)
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Dominique Jones, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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