Lil Baby – Our Year (feat. Gunna) Lyrics

Our Year

Lil Baby (feat. Gunna)

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"Our Year." - Lil Baby (feat. Gunna)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 09:14 am

Album: Perfect Timing

Track No: 11

Gunna
Gunna
Baby
Fuck with young YSL
Yeah, it's our year
(Damn)
Big racks, money talkin'
****, that's all I hear
Told every one of my ****, this our year
Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port
Go onboard the Lear
I'ma hop out, drip, drippin' the flyest gear (Flyest gear)
Everything came from Saks Fifth
The bitch got Dior all on her lips (Dior)
I let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear (From the rear)
Yeah
Drive that bitch and go crazy (Drive)
All blue hunnids, big faces (Big face)
Four pockets full, Lil Baby (Lil Baby)
Catch me a jet and go to Vegas (Go to Vegas)
Chauffeur from a '63 AMG Mercedes (Skrrt-skrrt)
VVS's on me and they bangin' (Bangin')
Fuckin' on a **** old lady (Lady)
I was tryna grind like the 80's
I had to stack it tall, took a whole lot of patience
(Stack it up)
Spend a dime ****, money ancient
'Til I hit the mall and I fell in love with Macy's (Fell in love)
Money growin', feelin' like I'm age'n (Yeah)
Pour a four of syrup, let me taste it (Let me taste it)
Attached to the paper, we related (Related)
Big racks, money conversation (Yeah)
(Big racks, big racks)
Big racks, money talkin'
****, that's all I hear
(Big racks, money talk)
Told every one of my ****, this our year
(Our year)
Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port
Go onboard the Lear
(Board the Lear, board the jet)
I'ma hop out
Drip, drip in the flyest gear (Flyest gear)
Everything came from Saks Fifth (Saks)
The bitch got Dior all on her lips (Dior)
I let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear (From the rear)
Told Gunna-Gunna, lil' kid, this our year
You dig what I'm sayin' bro? (What I'm sayin')
She got star struck by the stars in the Wraith
She know I ain't playin' though (Know I ain't playin')
I ran them bands up (Them bands)
Dressed like I'm sponsored by Louis Vuitton
Givenchy, Chanel, YSL, I'm a don
Four pockets full, get them in by the ton
Look at my bitch how she stunt on they ass
She got class, she got every bag (Every bag)
Jumped on a Lear, left the pack in the hood
Text my ho, told that bitch I ain't comin' back
(Ain't never comin' back)
Big racks, money talkin'
****, that's all I hear
(Big racks, money talk)
Told every one of my ****, this our year
(This our year)
Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port
Go onboard the Lear
(Board the Lear, board the jet)
I'ma hop out, drip, drippin' the flyest gear (Flyest gear)
Everything came from Saks Fifth (Saks)
The bitch got Dior all on her lips (Dior)
I let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear (From the rear)
Yeah
Big racks, money talkin', **** that 's all I hear
Told every one of my ****, this our year

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones.

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