Lil Baby – This Week Lyrics

This Week

Lil Baby

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"This Week." - Lil Baby

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 10:41 am

Album: Street Gossip

Track No: 07

(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Pulled up sippin' on drank
Told them that I quit, but I can't
I just ran through a whole pint
Got a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
Hope a **** don't think I'm sweet
Lil' homie graduate, buy him new Jeep
Everything mine, don't rent it, I keep
All kind of cars, **** check out my fleet
We ran them racks up in the basement
We ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on a dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
I was running through bags on Campbellton
Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous
I'm rich, got caught with another **** bitch
New G-Wagon, '18, no tints
Can't keep up with the money I spent
I don't keep count, I just know that I'm gettin' it
I be hearing rumors they gon' take my chain
I ain't really trippin' if a young **** get it
Hope you got insurance, ****, you gon' die with it
Breaking news, guarantee we make a **** feel it
We ran them racks up in a basement, we ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on a dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
We got the whole city on exotic, tell the plug to send all the flavors
I never went for extortion, you can't pay a **** to tell you I paid him
Shout out the real ones who gettin' it, yeah
Ride 'round the city, no ceiling, yeah
I had to upgrade my living, yeah
Took me some time, but I did it, yeah
I'm ballin', I stay on my pivot, yeah
Label me one of the real ones, yeah
I see 'em shootin' shots, any one of 'em hit me
We killin' 'em dead
Pulled up sippin' on drank
Told them that I quit, but I can't
I just ran through a whole pint
Got a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
Hope a **** don't think I'm sweet
Lil' homie graduate, buy him new Jeep
Everything mine, don't rent it, I keep
All kind of cars, ****, check out my fleet
We ran them racks up in a basement, we ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on a dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
I was running through bags on Campbellton
Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous
I like how she watchin' me
This jewelry on me goin' insane
I come from the poverty
This money ain't makin' me change
Everything lit and we go up, yeah
Whole lot of four we throw up
Yeah, my diamonds on fleek, they glow up, yeah
Everybody sip lean, pour up, yeah
All the PT's came from Cinco
Hope them fools don't hit me with the RICO
Still can make a call and get a kilo
Keep it real, you **** know my steelo
Hold that thought, just keep that on the d-low
We don't pay no notes, don't go through re-po's
We gon' hit 'em up and make 'em re-post
I became a neighborhood hero
Tryna listen to my conversation
Bank account a lot of punctuation
Told the plug, "Ain't no more situations"
Trap house, rollin' Radric Davis
Pulled up sippin' on drank, yeah
Everywhere I go, big bank, yeah
Ain't never withdraw from the bank, yeah
Give a damn what a fuck **** think, yeah
Pulled up sippin' on drank
Told them that I quit, but I can't
I just ran through a whole pint
Got a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
Hope a **** don't think I'm sweet
Lil' homie graduate, buy him new Jeep
Everything mine, don't rent it, I keep
All kind of cars, ****, check out my fleet
We ran them racks up in a basement, we ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on a dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
I was running through bags on Campbellton
Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones & Chris Rosser.

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