ฟังเพลงHow (Explicit)

How (Explicit) - Lil Baby

Lyrics by：Dominique Jones/Shane Lindstrom

Composed by：Dominique Jones/Shane Lindstrom

M-M-M-Murda

Runnin' up this money been a breeze

Phew

Flew her in she f**k me 'til she leave

Uh

She done fell in love

I'm sellin' dreams

I done fell in love with buyin' jeans

Jeans

Hate I found a love for sippin' lean

Hellcat faster than a Demon new G-Wagen with no key

Put baguettes in my AP

I ain't on playin' about they beef

N***as know I play for keeps

Treat my brothers like they me

Had to make myself a boss

It ain't no n***a workin' me

I invest a couple mil' and let my money work for me

Know they hate the way it happened probably somewhere cursin' me

I don't know nothing 'bout no killin'

All I know is murder beats

I got rich and understand my next three cars gon' be a lease

I ain't never losin' sleep about no beef

I roll in peace

I put diamonds in my teeth

Came from grindin' in the streets

Get a load and break it down and sell it all and then repeat it

Pray to God for all the dawgs behind the wall

They need they freedom

Free y'all

When I be on TV and perform I hope they see me

See me

Once it's up it's stuck

We get over on n***as not get even

Forgiato rims on my dually I ride diesel

Only rock Amiris with my team not no Diesel

Got some n***as up in Philly play with birds like they Eagles

She keep sayin' I'm the man that s**t boostin' up my ego

Still in Atlanta sellin' bags like they legal

I'm just sayin'

Yeah

How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin'

Gave 'em all the drip them n***as still acted thirsty

I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet

All I know is put it up and keep on workin'

I can't even hold you I been gettin' loaded

Devil on my shoulders

God got my back so I keep on rollin' yeah

Drop-top McLaren

Oh

Everybody starin'

Lookin'

Lil' one from the hood turned into the man

Big dawg

Get a lot of money

Yeah

Try to stuff it in my pants

4 Pockets

I might do the woah

Woah

N***a I don't dance

Rings on my hand cost a fortune

Shout out to my mama no abortion

What's up

D-Boy white Air Forces

Crisp

Different kinda bags I got choices

Flavors

And I got the swag for a loyal ticket

Think I'm hearin' voices in my head sayin' "Kill him"

Kill him

Know she'll forgive me I'm one of the real ones

Really from the trenches turn a dollar to a nickel

Get 'em

Baddest of the baddest

Guess I gotta wait to pick 'em

Try us then we smashin' then they go to playin' victim

Kill 'em

I don't know what happened

All I know is he got hit up

I'ma need a napkin chains drippin' VV's lit up

I'ma get the money and go hard long as I get up

Get up

We gon' beat the trial

I told lil' bruh to do some sit-ups

Push-up

Win win win no lose or draw

I never give up

Nah

N***a what you bangin' what you claimin'

Throw that s**t up

4 Baby

How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin'

Gave 'em all the drip them n***as still acted thirsty

I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet

All I know is put it up and keep on workin'

I can't even hold you I been gettin' loaded

Devil on my shoulders

God got my back so I keep on rollin' yeah