Danger (Clean) - Lil Baby
Lyrics by：Anton Gololobov/Dominique Jones/Ryan Hartlove/William Boyette
Composed by：Anton Gololobov/Dominique Jones/Ryan Hartlove/William Boyette
Chrome Heart jeans look kinda dumb with the Amiris
Some would call it crazy
Half a ticket on some earrings
At it for a decade
Had a plug when I was sixteen
PTSD
I ain't sleep so I don't got dreams
Two things I ain't running out
This money and this lean

Two things I care about
My family and my team
We was supposed to keep it on the low
But why you scream

Balling like the playoffs
I was tryna get a ring

Penthouse in Miami

Pretty vibes wilding out like they work for Nick Cannon
Tell that ***** to have a seat
I know that she can't stand it
Tell them boys it's **** 'em all
Ain't got no understanding

Legend in my neighborhood for real
Free Shannon

Keeping my composure
I'm on chill
I can't panic

They say I wouldn't make it past two years
But I managed to
You supposed to go with how you feel
I'm not mad at you
G-Wagen matte-blue
She get my rocks off
I buy her Goyard
**** all the time and still act like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes
I come so hard
Why y'all on my d**k
You know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothing
Everybody they own boss
We all getting this money
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you
Brodie
But I ain't gon' talk about it

I was in the trap too
I ****** up my sack too
Most of that **** cap
Can't go for that
You say it's facts
Prove it
Plug had us on a stash dub but now we back moving
They thought they was winning 'til I entered now they back losing
Brodie in prison on an iPhone getting tattoed
I don't know who told you to come for me
That's a bad move
I ain't in no space for no company
I'm in a bad mood
Only thing I gotta abide by is the cash rules
If you think I ain't running this money up
You a d**n fool
Tryna count my pockets
My net worth ain't on no d**n Google
Fifty million dollars in a year
If I'm lying
Shoot me
Five hundred thousand every show
I'm on my grind
Stupid
I been ******* her and her best friend
I put 'em in a group text
They done made you mad
Get in your bag
That's how you posed to do that
Everybody got a hundred guns
They know what no to shoot at
I'ma get this guap until I'm done
Bro
I can promise you that
I was on the block when **** was lit for real
Where the **** was you at
Never drop no song then hit a ***** for real
Bro
We don't do that
We the ones that's really out here pushing
Bro
I thought you knew that
Come through in that what's-her-name

Everybody look like
Who that
She get my rocks off
I buy her Goyard
**** all the time and still act like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes
I come so hard
Why y'all on my d**k
You know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothing
Everybody they own boss
We all getting this money

Call it what you wanna call it
I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you
Brodie
But I ain't gon' talk about it