Lil Baby – Dive In Lyrics

Lil Baby – Dive In Lyrics
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    "Dive In." - Lil Baby

    Album: Too Hard
    Track No: 15

    Yeah
    Cook that shit up Quay
    Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks
    You know what I'm sayin'
    I been caught up in some mo' shit, you dig
    Okay, okay, okay, okay
    Jump off the top rope, I'm tryna dive in
    Quarter million dollars all on my skin
    Tote this F and N like I got license
    Fuck stop signs and red lights
    I don't do no stoppin'
    Jump off the top rope, I'm tryna dive in
    Quarter million dollars all on my skin
    Tote this F and N like I got license
    Fuck stop signs and red lights
    I don't do no stoppin'
    I used to trap out the stove
    I ain't had nowhere to go
    I had a pound in my coat
    Payin' J's to watch out for the folks
    Hit the stick like I'm playin' Madden
    Should I do it, **** couldn't imagine
    Skippa Da Flippa, young **** havin'
    I get the money, I don't do no dabbin'
    Maison Margiella on Monday
    I rock Givenchy on Tuesday
    Wednesday I rock Ferragamo
    Thursday I'm wearing my Louis'
    Friday I come out in Fendi
    I got bitches tryna do me
    Designered down, I be groovin'
    Livin' life like a movie
    You can't stand next to me
    Jump off the top rope, I'm tryna dive in
    Quarter million dollars all on my skin
    Tote this F and N like I got license
    Fuck stop signs and red lights
    I don't do no stoppin'
    Jump off the top rope, I'm tryna dive in
    Quarter million dollars all on my skin
    Tote this F and N like I got license
    Fuck stop signs and red lights
    I don't do no stoppin'
    Lil' **** but my shirt off
    Pull up with the pack and skrrt off
    **** softer than a Nerf ball
    I ain't never heard of none y'all
    **** say they really in the skreets
    Why I ain't never seen you in the skreet?
    Bitch you can go and ask about me
    They'll tell you that I'm really in the skreets
    I don't give a fuck about making no song
    I was standing in the spot
    Tryna work my phone
    Had to do it on my own
    Lil' **** I'm grown
    You can hate from afar just watch your tone
    Do anything for them racks
    I used to sleep with them roaches and rats
    They tellin' me I should rap
    I'm tryna get off this pack
    Jump off the top rope, I'm tryna dive in
    Quarter million dollars all on my skin
    Tote this F and N like I got license
    Fuck stop signs and red lights
    I don't do no stoppin'
    Jump off the top rope, I'm tryna dive in
    Quarter million dollars all on my skin
    Tote this F and N like I got license
    Fuck stop signs and red lights
    I don't do no stoppin'

    Writer(s): Dominique' Jones.

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