Lil Baby、Young Thug - Never Hating (Explicit)
Written by：Dominique Jones、Eelis Samuel Oikarinen、Frédéric Lapointe、Jeffery Williams、Wesley Glass
Composed by：Dominique Jones、Eelis Samuel Oikarinen、Frédéric Lapointe、Jeffery Williams、Wesley Glass
Fresh like the first day of the school on the weekend
I put this **** on today
For no reason
Got somethin' to smile about
I fixed up my teeth
Straight from the lot
Call up Herm
Get it geeked up
Thousand horse power
My car gotta keep up
Act like I'm slow all the time
But I peep stuff
What kinda guy let a ***** keep the beef up
I let 'em live for a while
Now the lease up
Nail in the hammer
I done built it from the ground up
Brodie say he workin'
But the bricks
Them went down somethin'
They handle the business
I do not go around them
You can get a hundred if you want to
We got pound spots
I'm the one that's really havin' motion
What they talkin' 'bout
Cars
I done did that
Chains
Don't need no more
So many clothes
Startin' to feel like a hobo
Every milestone
Tryna buy me a new home
Potholes keep on ****ing up the Forgi's
Take the rims off
The way she twist and suck it
Like she tryna take the skin off
Bro 'nem
In a striker
But it's good
We swapped the VINs out
Don't bark up this tree
I make the chopper knock his limb off
Thousand dollar after every road
That's what they hittin' for
All I do is **** her
I done turned her to a nympho
FN's
Blackouts
Gen5's
Gen4's
Trippin' for the family
I don't play about my kin folk
I took the guys to L A for a business meetin'
God
Watch my friends
I can handle my enemies
**** I look like havin' smoke with my many me's
Niggas gotta be jokin'
You kiddin' me
Y'all real kids
Been small-time ballin'
Now it's real big
I was standin' in the bleachers
On some cheerin' ****
Never been a hater
I don't care enough
This **** ain't gon' stop until they bury us
Fresh off the jet
I end up in the projects
See somethin' I like
No police
I'ma cop it
Don't follow my page
I post racks every day
For these niggas and *****es that's countin' my pockets
Ooh
Hurdle this ***** in Huaraches
Lambo'
Ferrari
Bentleys
I got options
I took the private jet out to Nevada
4PF CED
They got smoked like a rasta
Trenches with me
Somethin' seem suspicious
Somethin' seemin' fishy
I'm four pockets full and look like biscuits
Overprice us and we uppin'
Uppin'
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
That sound sound delicious
You can't use the dishes
In the kitchen cleanin'
Woo
Woo
Litty
Can't abort the mission
Bitch
I got addictions
I don't do photo
Pictures keep it low and with me
I took the guys to L A for a business meetin'
God
Watch my friends
I can handle my enemies
**** I look like havin' smoke with my many me's
Niggas gotta be jokin'
You kiddin' me
Y'all real kids
Been small-time ballin'
Now it's real big
I was standin' in the bleachers
On some cheerin' ****
Never been a hater
I don't care enough
This **** ain't gon' stop until they bury us