Stiff Gang (Explicit) - Lil Baby

Lyrics by：Dominique Jones/Wesley Glass/Joshua Luellen

Composed by：Dominique Jones/Wesley Glass/Joshua Luellen

Produced by：Wheezy/Southside

Pulled up in a two seater

Couped up

Insides 'ghetti

Spaghetti

Money let's get it

Let's go let's go

Steppin' on a peasant

Pss yeah

Do it 'cause I want to

I don't need the credit

I don't say nothin'

Eighty on the Kelly

Want some

And that's her aesthetic

Stiff gang on a ***** don't approach me

Nope

I go up by the week real motion

Still runnin'

I can really play the game and coach it

I ain't dealin' hand to hand I wholesale

Real money

Baked potato with everything on it

Loaded

Diamonds hittin' everything pourin'

Can't focus

Sent the Uber get away from me

Go 'head

I'm a different vibe when that liquor hit

Oh yeah

We can't be all on the 'Gram don't post us

Don't post us

************ in my hand no holster

No holster

Turnt up young **** I'm the most

I'm the most

Twenty vibes T'd up on the boat so I

Ski

Puttin' it down for Atlanta like I'm Soso 'nem

I know how to hit the gas when the coast is clear

I'm gone

You know I know you a ho **** so so what?

Get it done by myself don't need no coconspirator

Thunderstorm when I come I am so so real

Doin'

They got brodie ****** up I'm lookin' out for them

Got 'em

Can't cry I got ten tears drop in both my ears

I been ******* up Nobu before the deal

When I'm done and I'm leavin' she know the drill

I put oil on them bricks I got motor skills

Got motor

I need racks every day this **** cost a mill'

Cost

I catch her out of bounds I'ma sock it to her

Sock

M's in offshore accounts like a soccer dude

I've been dead broke before keep my pockets full

Throw a sixty on the Wock and I run a lil'

Know I make me a lot off a lil' nothin'

Couple zips of that raw and you blow it up

Set up shop anywhere I be goin' up

Trench baby runnin' 'round in this foreign stuff

Pushin' packs of drugs in the new year

Rich junkie addicted to blue bucks

Different mind frame I grew up

Really Mr. let a ***** do her

Pretty **** debatin' 'bout who first

Bro I'm not his twin I don't know who worst

She'll sell her soul for some cheap purses

Sleepin' giant woke I done resurfaced

Woke up in the Maybach with push curtains

We don't **** with him he a goofy

Smooth talker right out a two piece

2025 the new fleet

Kickin' **** with P's Bruce Lee

Bro know he a pack LooseLeaf

Ridin' in the 'Cat red key

Go and check the stats I'm OG yeah

Straight out the jungle survival is a must

I want the cheese my pockets stuffed crust

I'm 'bout to leave she come and touch me up

Got her own business account I'm the plug

I'm out in Vegas blicky on my hip

Three hundred K the charges disappear

I really made it I used to work a flip

I ain't gon' play came through dunkin' off the dribble

Bro wanna take on the trial let's do it

Know how to move I locked in with the Jews

Passin' out Hermès for Christmas I'm Scrooge

No I can't let her I'm stickin' to mood

I like the way that she **** she the coolest

Models she love a hood **** they bougie

Dig the dude put the grave on my tombstone

Hit him straight in this **** if he move wrong

Virgil Maybach I'm swervin' a two tone

Thirty deep in the spot like a group home

Drive her crazy she think I put wood on her

We gon' lay catch 'em lackin' move on 'em

Yeah I'm hot check the temp' but I'm cool on

Take some furs I'm workin' my move on her

Give her curve I'm puttin' that spoon on her

Out in Saudi I'm pushin' a fur coat

Wheezy outta here