Lil Baby – Not Finished Lyrics

Lil Baby – Not Finished Lyrics
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    "Not Finished." - Lil Baby

    Album: It's Only Me
    Track No: 09

    They call me Wham and they know who I am, yeah
    She got that WAP, and the way that she use that saliva with top
    It should come with a mop
    I need to stop
    Been out here rocking the game with these features
    It's over for **** as soon as I drop
    She looking for love but my heart somewhere in a box
    She trippin', I changed the locks
    Never tell nobody you seen me by myself out and about
    It was me and the Glock
    Sun up to sundown, ain't nothing else to do but get money
    So fuck it, I'm working the block
    AP a cool quarter million, I'm sorry
    This watch did not come from me punching no clock
    Build up some plays, got my number in motion
    And got me a spot and start working my flock
    Why you keep texting me WYD and WYA?
    You giving off cop
    I told lil' bro if he can't get a knife
    Get a lock and a sock and just work what you got
    I know for sure if she wink she a go
    I ain't cuffin' these hoes, I be swappin' 'em out
    We really spin shit, I really did shit
    I can't talk about 'cause I'm not for the clout
    They puttin' trackers on cars, watch ya Insta
    As soon as you dip, they gon' break in ya house
    Put unc' and a chopper in mines if they ever come in here
    You better not let none of 'em get out
    I be performin' whenever I'm in it
    As soon as I nut I should take me a bow
    I den had this one and this one and this one and that one like fuck it
    Let's fuck up the town
    She super pretty and handle her business
    Like fuck all these bitches, I'm buckling down
    She super friendly and like her a **** who spend it
    I'm tellin' you, don't bring her around
    She post a picture without my permission
    Got me in some shit, man, these women is wild
    She fucking **** but think I don't know
    That shit really a joke, man, lil' mama's a clown
    I know some hittas who dead to the wrong
    But they still came home and took it to trial
    Yeah, I'ma tell you when I'm finished (Never)
    I get sturdy when I'm in it (Bow)
    Talkin' 'bout I hurt her feelings (Ouch)
    If I want it, I'ma get it (Now)
    Shooters in here, all the windows (Down)
    Oh, you tryna get a bag? (How?)
    Everybody know we pushin' them pounds, yeah
    Ay, here I go, I ain't walked in a minute
    Fully in charge, I'm the boss of the business
    When it's a problem ain't calling nobody
    The hittas is already with me
    I come from the heart of the city
    The streets, I was all the way in 'em
    I just dropped a banger with Nicki
    My TRX taller, I lifted it
    Soon as they harvest, they ship it
    I just pray to God to forgive me
    I been out here killin' it
    It was starting to go left then I shifted it
    You can come work for me, I got benefits
    You can't do what I do, I invented it
    357 with a switch and extended clip
    And another clip, that's for backup
    Stand out the way, I been running my sack up
    I wish one of you pussy lil '**** would act up, I bet we OD on 'em
    Bulletproof Cadillac
    That's two hunnid racks, I told Lil Ced to go buy three of 'em
    He thinking that he straight 'cause I let 'em skate
    I hope a **** know that we on him
    Hate it had to come to that, but ain't no coming back
    It is what it is
    Big the quarterback and I'm the running back
    I get the team up the field
    Look at my chain, it got bigger
    Change up the face, you look bitter
    I hold it down for the real ones, I'm tryna pocket a billion
    Get out of line, you gon' feel me
    When I get high, that's the real me
    I know my opps wanna kill me
    Ain't going nowhere, I'll be here
    Post your location, we'll be there
    Get out of place and get beat up
    Yeah, I'ma tell you when I'm finished (Never)
    I get sturdy when I'm in it (Bow)
    Talkin' 'bout I hurt her feelings (Ouch)
    If I want it, I'ma get it (Now)
    Shooters in here, all the windows (Down)
    Oh, you tryna get a bag? (How?)
    Everybody know we pushin' them pounds, yeah

    Writer(s): Bryson March, Cameron March, Dominique' Jones & Dwan Avery.

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