Word On The Street Lyrics By Lil Baby
Word on the street, they got a little bitty hit out
Really run Atlanta, I can make a **** get out
If anything, I have more respect for you bitches
****, you a bitch, we don’t shoot and miss (Nah)
Glock 19 unfold, and it spit out
Double R underneath the door when I get out
Clutchin’ on my fans, had to tell the bro to chill out
How the fuck your whole gang down the road, and you still out?
Undercover rat, pussy ****, you a sellout
Every show I get either packed, or it sell out
I’ve been ballin’ hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out
Know a **** mad, he can’t even put a hit out
Middle of the winter, drop top with a mink on
Bad little thot, yeah, she say that’s her theme song
I done made a whole million dollars off a flip phone
No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain’t even have a ringtone
Skinny Mike Amiri’s like I skate
We just fuck around, we don’t date
I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lotta cars, they all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
Then I took off, ain’t have no other option
I was too gone, now a **** just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin’ drip and blowin’ Yen
Call overseas, tellin’ youngins to spin again
I don’t throw rocks and hide my hand ’cause I’m a man
Million cash in a book bag, I’m a big dog
Threw my shot at any ****, bitch, I think I’m Chris Paul
Sippin’ all these meds, **** gotta be throwed off
I was gettin’ head, fucked around, and I dozed off
Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out
Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I’m the chosen child
Skinny Mike Amiri’s like I skate
We just fuck around, we don’t date
I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lotta cars, they all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
Then I took off, ain’t have no other option
I was too gone, now a **** just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin’ drip and blowin’ Yen
Safe deposit box is on fleek
And my bank account, I don’t touch it, I’ma get it out the street
Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you cheap
And she know I’m having money, buy her titties, ass, and teeth
Catchin’ three flights every day, the only time I get some sleep
Kept it real, and they be cappin’, really, you can’t compete
I spend it all on bullets, **** don’t wanna beef
Got a D-Boy swag, pull up SRT
Ain’t playin’ with nobody, nobody don’t play with me
Got a driver for my cars, he take me from A to Z
Got some homies on the yard I probably’ll never see
If the money was the issue, I promise they’ll be free
They was sleepin’ on me bad, they fucked around, woke up a beast
Switch it up, I went romantic, took my shawty out to Greece
Every city that I go to, gotta link up with the street
I’m too humble for ’em, guess that’s why they thinkin’ I was sweet
Skinny Mike Amiri’s like I skate
We just fuck around, we don’t date
I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lotta cars, they all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
Then I took off, ain’t have no other option
I was too gone, now a **** just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin’ drip and blowin’ Yen
