Never Hating (Explicit) - Lil Baby/Young Thug

Lyrics by：Dominique Jones/Eelis Samuel Oikarinen/Frédéric Lapointe/Jeffery Williams/Wesley Glass

Composed by：Dominique Jones/Eelis Samuel Oikarinen/Frédéric Lapointe/Jeffery Williams/Wesley Glass

Fresh like the first day of the school on the weekend

I put this **** on today

For no reason

Got somethin' to smile about

I fixed up my teeth

Straight from the lot

Call up Herm

Get it geeked up

Thousand horse power

My car gotta keep up

Act like I'm slow all the time

But I peep stuff

What kinda guy let a ***** keep the beef up

I let 'em live for a while

Now the lease up

Nail in the hammer

I done built it from the ground up

Brodie say he workin'

But the bricks

Them went down somethin'

They handle the business

I do not go around them

You can get a hundred if you want to

We got pound spots

I'm the one that's really havin' motion

What they talkin' 'bout

Cars

I done did that

Chains

Don't need no more

So many clothes

Startin' to feel like a hobo

Every milestone

Tryna buy me a new home

Potholes keep on ******* up the Forgi's

Take the rims off

The way she twist and suck it

Like she tryna take the skin off

Bro 'nem

In a striker

But it's good

We swapped the VINs out

Don't bark up this tree

I make the chopper knock his limb off

Thousand dollar after every road

That's what they hittin' for

All I do is **** her

I done turned her to a nympho

FN's

Blackouts

Gen5's

Gen4's

Trippin' for the family

I don't play about my kin folk

I took the guys to L A for a business meetin'

God

Watch my friends

I can handle my enemies

**** I look like havin' smoke with my many me's

N***as gotta be jokin'

You kiddin' me

Y'all real kids

Been small-time ballin'

Now it's real big

I was standin' in the bleachers

On some cheerin' ****

Never been a hater

I don't care enough

This **** ain't gon' stop until they bury us

Fresh off the jet

I end up in the projects

See somethin' I like

No police

I'ma cop it

Don't follow my page

I post racks every day

For these n***as and ******* that's countin' my pockets

Ooh

Hurdle this ***** in Huaraches

Lambo'

Ferrari

Bentleys

I got options

I took the private jet out to Nevada

4PF CED

They got smoked like a rasta

Trenches with me

Somethin' seem suspicious

Somethin' seemin' fishy

I'm four pockets full and look like biscuits

Overprice us and we uppin'

Uppin'

Fire

Fire

Fire

Fire

That sound sound delicious

You can't use the dishes

In the kitchen cleanin'

Woo

Woo

Litty

Can't abort the mission

*****

I got addictions

I don't do photo

Pictures keep it low and with me

I took the guys to L A for a business meetin'

God

Watch my friends

I can handle my enemies

**** I look like havin' smoke with my many me's

N***as gotta be jokin'

You kiddin' me

Y'all real kids

Been small-time ballin'

Now it's real big

I was standin' in the bleachers

On some cheerin' ****

Never been a hater

I don't care enough

This **** ain't gon' stop until they bury us