Belly (Lil Baby & Gunna)

Ah-ah-ah, hey

Run that back, Turbo

You niggas bogus, I see the imposers

I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla

Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it

Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated

Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this

The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses

Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune

I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question

I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly

Police got dogs and they can't even smell me

Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly

20s on me, I call 'em green relish

Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished

Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly

PH in the sky, we got 'em already

PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it

Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit

I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed

Worked all my life and now I understand it

Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it

I got the sweetest sauce like jelly

Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded

I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli

I held him down, that nigga was my celly

Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless

Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target

They cut out the coupe before we hit the market

We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless

Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party

I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti

Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti

Police's cases, all that we avoidin'

The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy

I shown all my love, I've never been a bully

Got every color VLONE hoody

Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie

I got this sauce, cream and puddin'

I came with the drip, got everybody lookin'

Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken

Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in

You niggas bogus, I see the imposers

I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla

Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it

Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated

Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this

The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses

Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune

I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question

Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek

Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me

My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion

I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (skrrt)

These camouflage denim like I just went campin'

They still can't believe that I made it, they happy

I been gettin' money before I was rappin'

I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors

No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges

My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me

He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign

Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin'

How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan

Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important

And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor

Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor

I just started rappin', I made me some millions

Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city

These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50

I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business

Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city

I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys

This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee)

I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (yeah, yeah)

You niggas bogus, I see the imposers

I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla

Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it

Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated

Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this

The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses

Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune

I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (uh)