[Intro]
Lil' baby, you tellin' me real ass shit
I'm gettin' high so I don't feel that shit
She do what I want like I built that bitch
She doin' what she want, man, I felt that shit
Spendin' a check on whatever that is
Pressed 'bout a bitch, I don't know who he is
I'll fuck her whenever, she know where I live
But it's straight to the mail, I don't know what I did
Just tell me that one thing, bae
[Verse 1]
Is you mad right now?
Where is you at? Bae, I'm at your spot right now
Set the bar right now
Pick up the phone, bae, I'm on the way to your house right now
Said right now
I'm doin' shows alone for you in my bed right now
Get some right now
Yeah, pull up on me, I got a lil' somethin' for you right now
[Verse 2]
Yeah, do that shit
Yeah, I'm too nice for a rude-ass bitch
Got too much drip, gotta cool my wrist
I be cool with myself, gotta move that bitch
Like you with your friends, know how you feelin' yourself
I tried, you'd rather do it yourself
Take time, you ain't improvin' yourself
Baby, I'm tired, you know I be doin' that—
[Bridge]
Thing you love—oh, what?
Fuck what they say, they don't know us
Give a fuck 'bout the breaks, they don't do much
Don't care what they say, 'cause baby, you know they talk too much
Lil' baby, you know that I rock too much
My baby, she say that I pop too much
I got some hoes that my bros won't touch
I got the ho sayin', "Let's do lunch," yeah
[Verse 3]
Let's do this, yeah, let's do that, yeah
Breaststroke here, then a breaststroke back, yeah
Pull your hair, then caress your back
I could wife you up, but I won't do that
[Hook: weluvmax]
Lil' baby, you tellin' me real ass shit
I'm gettin' high, so I don't feel that shit
She do what I want like I built that bitch
She doin' what she want, man, I felt that shit
Spendin' a check on whatever that is
Pressed 'bout a bitch, I don't know who he is
I'll fuck her whenever, she know where I live
But it's straight to the mail, I don't know what I did
Just tell me that one thing, bae
[Verse 4: G3urin]
I'ma do what I do
Bad bitch blew dick like a flute
Bitch, I'm gettin’ money, I ain’t worried 'bout you
Bitch, I’m gettin' money, what the fuck you gon' do?
Bad bitch from Japan, and she tell me I am the man
Bitch, I pop out the cut with them bands
Got yo shawty askin' me for a chance
All these bitches want my love, but I don’t want you
Always messin' with time, my girl, I can’t trust you
Always fuckin' with my mind, I barely know you
Got yo bitch on me, bro
All these mufuckers hatin', they talkin' that shit—watchu talkin' 'bout me for?
I just pulled up, my brother 5-star, we just pulled up in 6-4
And that bitch finna give me that top, drop-top in the mufuckin' Range Rove
Why you worried 'bout me, bro?
Why the motherfucker worried 'bout me, bro?
Why you worried 'bout me?
I just pulled up all black in that Jeep
And that bitch trynna fuck up on me, I didn’t want that lil' bitch, so I pass her to Z
I got diamonds, my body—got racks on my body
Bitch, you is not fucking with me
Tell me, who fucking with me? Got yo bitch on my body, on me
[Hook: weluvmax]
Lil' baby, you tellin' me real ass shit
I'm gettin' high, so I don't feel that shit
She do what I want like I built that bitch
She doin' what she want, man, I felt that shit
Spendin' a check on whatever that is
Pressed 'bout a bitch, I don't know who he is
I'll fuck her whenever, she know where I live
But it's straight to the mail, I don't know what I did
Just tell me that one thing, bae
[Verse 5: Zvch]
She hittin’ me up when she want it
Perfect, she came from the tropics
Hoe bad, I made her option
Smoke green like I’m reppin' out Boston
Smokin’ on dope like damn
Ho bad, hadda put it on 'Gram
If she wanna fuck, I don’t wanna understand
Ran it up, now I smoke both grams
I’m gone
Now you want it
Now you call me more when you want it
Bands comin', now I got it
If you call me every time, then you know I’m finna drop it like
Baby, I prolly won’t die for ya
But if you want dick, just hit my phone
I made me like a mil or sum
That’s prolly why you still call me more
[Outro]
Lil' baby, you tellin' me real ass shit
I'm gettin' high so I don't feel that shit
She do what I want like I built that bitch
She doin' what she want, man, I felt that shit
Spendin' a check on whatever that is
Pressed 'bout a bitch, I don't know who he is
I'll fuck her whenever, she know where I live
But it's straight to the mail, I don't know what I did
Just tell me that one thing, bae