Lyrics
Pick up to six lines to make a card.
Intro
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Chorus: Lil Baby & 42 Dugg
I ain't pickin' up the phone 'less it's a show or it's the plug
I was probably in Atlanta runnin' game, me and Dugg
Trap house bunkin', on the low, I made a dub
Damn, I was just wakin' up
Grams, my lil' homie cuttin' up
Fans tryna show a nigga love
Damn, Baby, that's for us
On the real, I fuck, yeah, I ran it out the mud
Stop playin', I been turnt since sixteen
Yeah, from the joint to the big screen
Yeah, from the hood to the big league
Yeah, quick to tell a ho, "Bitch, please"
Rolls truck, inside like a bitch bleed
Yeah, don't cap, you ain't get these
Yeah, I ain't ever have hoop dreams
But I'm ballin', I got six rings
I ain't pickin' up the phone 'less it's a show or it's the plug
I was probably in Atlanta runnin' game, me and Dugg
Trap house bunkin', on the low, I made a dub
Damn, I was just wakin' up
Grams, my lil' homie cuttin' up
Fans tryna show a nigga love
Damn, Baby, that's for us
On the real, I fuck, yeah, I ran it out the mud
Stop playin', I been turnt since sixteen
Yeah, from the joint to the big screen
Yeah, from the hood to the big league
Yeah, quick to tell a ho, "Bitch, please"
Rolls truck, inside like a bitch bleed
Yeah, don't play, you ain't get these
Yeah, I ain't ever have hoop dreams
But I'm ballin', I got six rings
Verse: Lil Baby & 42 Dugg
Call my dog, tryna get me
Add me up, bitch, ain't shit cheap
Ho, I been trained since fifteen
Get beans, move bows, nigga, I don't sip lean
Yeah, did my first show for two Gs
Dope boy, I can live off of white tees
Free the bros, down the road sellin' ice cream
I was talkin' 'bout the lean if I say it clean
Sell bags, I don't touch bean
Same pair for everybody, we don't share jeans
New 'Cat, this a '19
New Track', paint it light green
I'm on go like the light green
Both wrists dancin', I'll be damned if she don't like me
AP cost eighty, told Baby "man, this rap shit saved me"
Chorus: Lil Baby & 42 Dugg
I ain't pickin' up the phone 'less it's a show or it's the plug
I was probably in Atlanta runnin' game, me and Dugg
Trap house bunkin', on the low, I made a dub
Damn, I was just wakin' up
Grams, my lil' homie cuttin' up
Fans tryna show a nigga love
Damn, Baby, that's for us
On the real, I fuck, yeah, I ran it out the mud
Stop playin', I been turnt since sixteen
Yeah, from the joint to the big screen
Yeah, from the hood to the big league
Yeah, quick to tell a ho, "Bitch, please"
Rolls truck, inside like a bitch bleed
Yeah, don't cap, you ain't get these
Yeah, I ain't ever have hoop dreams
But I'm ballin', I got six rings
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