Lil Baby – Danger Lyrics

Danger

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"Danger." - Lil Baby

Thursday, 17 September 2026, 11:35 am

Album: It's Only Me

Track No: 17

Chrome Heart jeans, I'm kind of done with them Amiris
Some call it crazy, half a ticket on some earrings
Ask for 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 suppose to keep it on the low, but why you scream?
Ballin' like the playoffs, I'm tryna get a ring
Payouts in Miami
Pretty vibes wildin' out like they work for Nick Cannon
Tell that bitch to have a seat, I know that she can't stand it
Tell them boys it's fuck '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 pass two years but I managed to
You suppose to go with how you feel, I'm not mad at you
G-wagon matte blue
She gettin' my rocks off
I buy her Goyard
Fuck all the time, I still act like I'on know her
I heard that pressure busts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all all on my dick? You know that's yo 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 fucked up my sack too
Most of that shit cap, can't go for that
You say it's facts, prove it
Plug had us on a standstill, but now we back movin'
They thought they was winning till I entered, now they back losing'
Brodie in prison on an iPhone, getting tattooed
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 that cash rules
If you think I ain't running this money up, you a damn fool
Trying to count my pocket, my net worth ain't on no damn Google
Fifty million dollars in a year, if I'm lying, shoot me
500 thousand every show, I'm on my grind stupid
I been fucking her and her bestfriend, I put 'em in a group text
They done made you mad, get in yo' bag
That's how you 'pose to do that
Everybody got a hunnid guns, they know where not to shoot at
I'ma get this guap until I'm done, bro, I can promise you that
I was on the block when shit was lit for real, where the fuck was you at?
Never drop no salt then hit a bitch for real, bro, we don't do that
We the ones that really out here pushing, bro, I thought you knew that
Come through in that wassaname
Everybody look like, "Who dat?"
She gettin' my rocks off
I buy her Goyard
Fuck all the time, I still act like I'on know her
I heard that pressure busts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all all on my dick, you know that's yo hoe 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 them owners
I could've exposed you, brodie, but I ain't gon' talk about it

Writer(s): Anton Gololobov, Dominique' Jones, Ryan Hartlove & William Boyette.

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