Baby (Explicit) - Quality Control/Lil Baby/DaBaby

Lyrics by：Domonique Jones/Jonathan L Kirk/Wesley Glass

Composed by：Domonique Jones/Jonathan L Kirk/Wesley Glass

Future：

Wheezy outta here

Lil Baby：

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 f**kin' all the stewardesses

Catch me in Atlanta no security with my jewelry

Found all them rings my baby mama talkin' suin' me

'Nother b***h tellin' lies on the p***y like she screwin' me

Catch him down bad that's his a*s n***a 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 Rod and me

I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him

We was in the hood sellin' bags shroom trap exotic

F**ked 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***a with me on go it ain't no stoppin' us

N***as 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 streets 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 s**t really a process

I'm really a millionaire still in the projects

Lil Baby：

Baby puttin' on for the city

Baby he the realest baby prolly got a couple million

Baby hang with four or five killers

Baby got children baby prolly still ** dealing

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 **

DaBaby：

Huh baby prolly still got them 'bows

I tell my b***h I'm faithful but I still got the h*es

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 b***hes showin' titties

And I ain't throwin' beads I pull them b***hes' weaves

I'm stallin' b***hes out if I'm a dog then she a flea

And when I f**k her doggy style the only time I'm on my knee

I barely wanna hit her got her beggin' baby please

I tell a b***h to shut up you 'bout to f**k my nut up

The label's CEO keep beggin' 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 ice my wrist up I like to hold my fist up

How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin' his d**k sucked

Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture

'Cause n***a

Lil Baby：

Baby puttin' on for the city

Baby he the realest baby prolly got a couple million

Baby hang with four or five killers

Baby got children baby prolly still ** dealing

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 **