Lil Baby – Freestyle Lyrics

Freestyle

Lil Baby

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"Freestyle." - Lil Baby

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 04:34 am

Album: Too Hard

Track No: 13

Da Vinci
Yeah, shoutout the whole Oakland city, man, know what I'm sayin'?
The whole 4PF, know what I'm saying? I put this up
Shoutout my label, that's me
I'm in this bitch with TP
I'm in this bitch with 4Trey
I just poured up me a eight
Real **** all in my face
Five hundred racks in my safe
Five hundred racks to the plug
What you know 'bout showin' love?
What you know 'bout pullin' up in Bentley trucks?
Make these bitches fall in love
All of my **** on go
None of my **** no hoes
All of my **** want smoke
All of my **** together
We came from the bottom
We used to wear each other clothes
None of my **** gon' fold
Couple pussy **** told
They ain't my **** no mo'
Hold it down for the four
In the nine with the woes
Marlo my dawg, that's for sho'
We won't fall out about shit
'Specially not 'bout no bitch
We ain't gon' fall out 'bout hoes
Me and Ced get them loads
We let 'em go for the low
I got my hood in control
I got my left wrist on froze
I got my right wrist on froze
I got my necklace on froze
Both of my ears on froze
I been gettin' faded, I'm sippin' on maple
If she won't fuck, I won't make her
I don't like bitches with makeup
If she want titties, I pay for 'em
Get outta there when I wake up
I pass the ball, I don't layup
I'm a big boss, I got say so
They'll wipe you down if I say so
Dracos on Dracos on Dracos on Dracos
.40s on .40s on .40s
I just bought me some new water
Wetter than Katrina, shout out New Orleans
I made a promise, my **** gon' ball
Hard in the paint, change my name to John Wall
Geekin' off trees like a leaf in the fall
Find a new plug, then we takin' em all
Pull up in a brand new Benz Truck
Hop out fresher than a menthol
Lil' ****, but I'm big, dawg
All I gotta make is one call
Hit a **** block, two calls
Cross a **** up, hot sauce
Ooh, I got 'em mad, my fault
Talkin' 'bout the shit that I bought
Poppin' these Percs, I done turned to a savage
Hundred racks stuffed in the mattress
Hundred racks stuffed in the attic
Hundred racks stuffed in the sofa
These **** play gangster but they won't approach me
I know they'll never approach me
They know that they'll catch a bullet
I rock the game to the fullest
I run with some real ones
I don't hang with no pussies
I ain't no killer, don't push me
I see how you **** be lookin'
I hope you don't think you no bully
I'm livin' the life, I should star in a movie
Ridin' in a vert with a Uzi
Twelve get behind me, I lose 'em
They tryna guess what I'm doin'
They tryna guess who I'm screwin'
That ain't even they business
They ain't wanna fuck with me
Now they see a **** drippin'
Now they wanna fuck with me
They can't get in touch with me
Hardly ever in the city
They just know I'm gettin' bigger
They just know a **** busy
I been runnin' up them digits, yeah

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones.

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