text: Wheezy outta here
  Yeah, rest in peace to Bankroll‚ show em how to do it
  Baby goin crazy‚ he been gettin straight to it
  I done caught so many flights I end up fuckin all the stewardesses
  Catch me in Atlanta‚ no security with my jewelry
  Found I was rich, my baby mama talkin suin me
  Nother bitch tellin lies on the pussy like she screwin me
  Catch him down bad, thats his ass‚ nigga, you or me
  SI diamonds on the chain, he aint foolin me
  We was skippin school on the train‚ duckin truancy
  My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin bout robbin me
  I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him
  We was in the hood, sellin bags, shootin choppers
  Fucked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter
  Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him
  And the haters watchin too hard, I think they got binoculars
  Every nigga with me on go, it aint no stoppin us
  Niggas actin like they got the bag, Im tryna stop it up
  Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up
  All you gotta do is say its smoke, then were poppin up
  Baby got the streets on hold, he aint drop yet
  Ive been goin hard, its gon be hard for you to top that
  I make it look easy, but this shit really a process
  Im really a millionaire, still in the projects
  Baby puttin on for the city
  Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million
  Baby hang with four or five killers
  Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin
  Baby aint a trapper, he a rapper
  Baby makin classics, Baby in the hood gettin active
  Baby keep it real with his people
  Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer
  Huh? Baby prolly still got them bows
  I tell my bitch Im faithful, but I still got the hoes
  Baby gettin jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy
  Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy
  You would think its Mardi Gras, I got these bitches showin titties
  And I aint throwin beads, I pull them bitches weaves
  Im stallin bitches out, if Im a dog, then she a flea
  And when I fuck her doggystyle the only time Im on my knee
  I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin, Baby, please
  I tell a bitch to shut up, you bout to fuck my nut up
  The labels CEO keep beggin me to keep the gun up
  They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up
  Private plane, Wi-Fi, on the FaceTime with Johnny
  I told him ice my wrist up, I like to hold my fist up
  How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin his dick sucked?
  Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture?
  Cause nigga...
  Baby puttin on for the city
  Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million
  Baby hang with four or five killers
  Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin
  Baby aint a trapper, he a rapper
  Baby makin classics, Baby in the hood gettin active
  Baby keep it real with his people
  Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer