Lil Baby & Gunna – Seals Pills Lyrics

Seals Pills

Lil Baby & Gunna

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"Seals Pills." - Lil Baby & Gunna

Saturday, 17 October 2026, 09:22 pm

Album: Drip Harder

Track No: 08

Yeah, yeah, yeah (PLAYMAKERS)
Jumped in that Benz and I peeled off
Brought out a ten, I'ma spend it all
I need some pills and some seals, dog
Fuck the cops, we got our own laws
Need to free my dog, he locked behind the walls
Numb to the pain, I can't feel shit at all
Blew a ten on a Wednesday
Stack these bands
Heard your rent weren't paid
Need a lend
Just like Frito Lay
I feed my friends
Got white like Nicky Barnes
Copped these two-door foreigns
My bitch can't be boring
Ice on both my arms
Don't approach, I'm armed
Flawless diamond charms
All my spots alarmed
Big house look like a dorm
It's on the north
Young Gunna don't love no whore
I came with a wave, no shore
My voice a lil' hoarse
I'm whippin' around in a Porsche
I'm ballin' outside of the court
Never knew I could make it in sports
Jumped in that Benz and I peeled off
Brought out a ten I'ma spend it all
I need some pills and some seals, dog
Fuck the cops, we got our own laws
Need to free my dog, he locked behind the walls
Numb to the pain, I can't feel shit at all
I'm on these percs I can't feel shit at all
Jumped in and I went far, my new girl super large
Paid cash for all my cars, protected but I'm raw
Addicted to the art, me and Gunna double R
Rich rollin', I'm a star, don't take shots from no bar
But I'm ballin' like LaVar
I put drip all in my lingo, I went crazy
Louis Supreme jean jacket for my baby
My kid a walkin' lit, I put VVS on his neck
Bought my side piece a new purse
Fresh off a high speed in that 'Vette
I couldn't stop, can't miss this jet, you know I'm never late
Bought a penthouse at the top so I can meditate
On top now 'cause I'm up, I gotta elevate
Worth a million five for real, so i accept the hate
Jumped in that Benz and I peeled off
Brought out a ten I'ma spend it all
I need some pills and some seals dog
Fuck the cops, we got our own laws
Need to free my dog, he locked behind the walls
Numb to the pain, I can't feel shit at all
(Oh on these percs I can't feel shit at all)

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones, Sergio Kitchens & Wesley Jones.

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