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[Intro: Drake & Lil Juice] (Tay Keith, this too hard) (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) [Verse 1: Lil Baby] I paid some extra before we even come out And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin' I hit the bitch and I gave her some racks And I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin' Go run the store, run and get rubber bands I done got rich, I done put on my mans Choppers in traffic, that's just how I'm livin' They say that I'm trippin', they wouldn't understand She take a trip, she come back with a tan I take a trip, I come back with them bands When I was dealin', it really was killin' 'em Had 'em competin', tryna see what I'm payin' She throw a hoodie on soon as we land She don't like pics, I got too many fans I'm runnin' shit, I can do what I want And it's really a limit, you do what you can I found the booth and I put that shit up 'Fore I run out of cash, they gonna run out of land I fell in love with this bitch 'cause her head was amazing I swear I don't even know her name I'm 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance They gave me ten M&M's on advance Thought I'd be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me I guess it was part of the plan How he on fire, but he cool as a fan? Can't get at you, we gon' get at your man They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' it Put in they face, let 'em see what I'm sayin' I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band Free all the bros, know I would if I can If I don't mean it, I swear I ain't sayin' it 'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smashin' [Chorus: Lil Baby] Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up Dior store can't keep up with me I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me I'm never comin' back, them people under me Not the fans, yeah, the haters Lotta bands on the table They say I went commercial, I ain't know it They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back Play myself and my position, who doin' that? [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] We got FN with extensions, we throwin' that Her ass got my full attention, she throwin' that Niggas talkin' way too much, I ain't goin' back And forth with niggas 'cause these niggas be holdin' racks On the real, yeah, we know you don't own them racks Four pockets full, push 'em down, they start pokin' back I turned eight million right until I'm a quarterback Spent a million like I'm tryna bring Kobe back (24, woo) I'm ready, I'm ready, I use the crockpot like it's Betty They say the drop hot and it's ready Might stretch it out, but it ain't fetti (Yes) Say my dawg doin' time But I know he ain't gonna snitch 'cause it's still some shit he didn't tell me My dawg stabbed his celly He told me the whole story over the celly (Brr, hello?) Went up on my price, in my pocket like Kelly Fucked her in the telly, no I can't not say who, no telly My head gettin' heavy And you know I still got Balmains on my ass (Woo) No, I can't do no Amiris Said I'm takin' trips, long flights, they scary She said her birthday in March, okay, cool, so that means you an Aries I told her, "Gotta go," she said, "You serious?" Diamonds cold as December, my vibe Sagittarius [Chorus: Lil Baby] Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up (Haha, period, period, slatt, woo) Dior store can't keep up with me I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me I'm never comin' back, them people under me Not the fans, yeah, the haters Lotta bands on the table They say I went commercial, I ain't know it They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back Play myself and my position, who doin' that? [Verse 3: Lil Baby] I can switch up and come back another way If the vibe ain't right, come back another day Biggest dripper, I start up a tidal wave Remix weed, we put it in a microwave Batch for twenty-three like I know Michael J He can say what he want, but he gotta pay Used to hide all the guns where my mama stay Sell my drugs 'round the corner I pay all these bills, I'm a grownup My cars a lil' different, I own 'em I ain't with no leasin', my bitch tellin' me I need credit It's loud and clear if I said it I come from the gutter, I spent me a hundred on Chevys You can take me out the hood, but you can't take the hood out of me Know the hood proud of me I Givenchyed my tee, went and upgrade my teeth Yeah, I dropped out of school, but that paper on me [Chorus: Lil Baby] Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up Dior store can't keep up with me I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me I'm never comin' back, them people under me Not the fans, yeah, the haters Lotta bands on the table They say I went commercial, I ain't know it They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back Play myself and my position, who doin' that?