Man of my Word Lyrics By Lil Baby
You don’t know what it took
How she acting funny? I bought her her titties
**** she be fucking ain’t none of my business
Upping my pole, that’s a part of my fitness
Don’t matter where I’m at, bitch, I’m known for the trenches
We the first ****, put drums in the city
We robbed the ****, put drugs in the city
Fuck where you from ’cause I know that you with it
Check on his ass, I’ma handle my business
Trust you enough to fuck you more than once
And you gotta be a killer just to hang with us
If you talking about murders then I’m hanging up
Run up on ’em, baow, ain’t no one-on-one
I got the money, so who I’m running from?
I got a lawyer that cost a honey bun
Before I buy pussy I’ll buy a hundred guns
Judge told me **** died with my gun
Twenty ten, Reese stay in Ralph Lauren
Died close, feel like you died in my arms
Reinstated, they denied my bond
A **** play with Smurk, you’re not that smart
Sucked it twice and I’m still not hard
**** cry out loud when they getting shot
That **** word don’t stand on my block
Fuck what you heard, I’m the man on my block
Stop playing, bitch, I’m Smurk
Bitch get naked, gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
She freak, acting like she a nerd
No shirt when I’m off this Perc’
They slide every time we hurt
Lost bro, I know it hurt
We gon’ catch ’em first
Yeah, we run the game, now them boys gotta sit out
After I hit, tell her, “Meh,” make her get out
Hundred mill’ coming, I still ain’t gon’ chill out
I’m really dead, I’ma show how I get down
Hard on a bitch, man, I should’ve been pimping
Hard in these streets, the majority with me
He can’t be serious, you gotta be kidding me
I’m really laughing, these lil’ **** tempting me
I get offended when **** say, “Tap in”
I bought lil’ bro ‘nem Celine just to trap in
I got more clothes in my closet than Saks Fifth
I watch JB make a deuce do a backflip
I know you really don’t know, you just act hip
I done took off for real, now how that feel?
Bro ain’t ever gon’ change, I know that’s real
Just run out of here, straight to the backfield
I sleep good every night, now I’m happy
“How you go where you go?” I’ma trapper for real
“How you know what you know?” I adapted for real
We too rich with the feds, we put shit in the mail
My lifestyle expensive, this shit high as hell
Lil’ bro tryna score so I gave him a layup
I gotta go somewhere, no, I can’t lay up
Bitch stop playing, you betta not tell
Stop playing, bitch, I’m Smurk
Bitch get naked, gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
She freak, acting like she a nerd
No shirt when I’m off this Perc’
They slide every time we hurt
Lost bro, I know it hurt
We gon’ catch ’em first
