Lil Baby feat. 2 Chainz & Gucci Mane - Anyway

(Cook that shit up, Quay)

I'm taking off again, suicide doors, I won't let 'em in
Four or five cars, living like a God, paying for my sins
And this life that I'm in important
I can hop in the Benz, a foreign
Marlo said they come in in the morning
I got vibes, every state I got choices
Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch
Like I'm straight out the 'partments, I'm rich as a bitch
Taking mine off the top, let lil' bro keep the difference
Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city
I was re-in' up daily, they thought I was kidding
I was putting my profit up, saved me a milly
I keep pouring up Fantas so shit getting ridiculous
Hope the doctor don't say that I need a new kidney

Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fucking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fucking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up

I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant (uh)
I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did)
I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (tell 'em)
I run it back like a pick six (woo)
Add it all up, it's a re-up, man
I'm balling, I need equipment (balling)
I just bought a lift kit (Yeah)
Said she fell in love with a misfit (she love me)
And fuck your opinion, you know how I'm livin'
My closet say, "To be continued" (fuck you)
Back in the days I used to make plays
At Spondivits off of Virginia
Ain't no contender (nah)
Tattoo my name on placentas (woo)
I read a bitch like a kennel
Made a half a mil' in a rental (woo)
All of my verses suspenseful
My cuz a Blood, menstrual
He draws down, pants
I know that they care for your instrument
I ball, I need me an agent
I just might be your replacement (I might)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience (alright)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
My bitch a trip, vacation
Too many chains, plantation
If you a real nigga
It ain't no expiration

Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fucking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fucking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running (huh, Wop)
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up (go)

They say Gucci's a criminal
Flood my timepiece with emeralds (burr)
Not conserve' or no liberal
Donate Rollies for Christmas (huh)
Heard I shop at Bar Harbor
I spent reckless on denim (wow)
She so fine, got her addy
Fucked, told my folks where to send her (well damn)
New 'Rari, half an M
See the horse, know the emblem
It's Big Guwop, it's him
Always us over them (fuck 'em)
Niggas say they gon' do this and that
Then duck when I see 'em (huh)
Don't compare me to Slim
I could never be him (no)
Copped so many new baguettes
That I'm getting sick of myself (bling)
Big bully, crushed my peers
So now I pick on myself (huh)
Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt
Big diamond choker choking on me, man like Conor McGregor (it's Gucci)

Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fucking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fucking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up

Writers: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Dominique Jones, Radric Delantic Davis, Tauheed Epps

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave

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