Lil Baby & Gunna – Underdog Lyrics

Underdog

Lil Baby & Gunna

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"Underdog." - Lil Baby & Gunna

Thursday, 15 October 2026, 11:24 pm

Album: Drip Harder

Track No: 06

I want it all, the underdog
I go hard
The word is law, take care of my dogs
From my heart
One for all, we gotta walk
We gon' march
Ready for war, with my dogs
We gon' sparks
Started a tour
So I park my foreigns in the garage
Less is more, I pick and choose
Keep playin' it smart
Spend the dough, my coupe's a sport
I lift up the doors
For these boys
The only thing I fear is God
The only thing I fear is God
You weren't there
When I was locked down in the pod
Went blind, only thing I see is dollar signs
Show me loyalty, I let you ride
Still sip codeine 'cause I just gotta get high
I'm savin' my cheese
'Cause we done had hard times
Flew to Belize
I needed that peace of mind
Unknown numbers
I had to cut off my line
Weave through it all
I can tell you ain't none of my kind
My clothes ain't wrinkled
But I got to stay with that iron
That bitch is a cheater
We fuckin', she tellin' you lies
Drop heat on these ****
Admit that shit hard to decide
I want it all, the underdog
I go hard
The word is law, take care of my dogs
From my heart
One for all, we gotta walk
We gon' march
Ready for war, with my dog
We gon' sparks
Started a tour
So I park my foreigns in the garage
Less is more, I pick and choose
Keep playin' it smart
Spend the dough, my coupe's a sport
I lift up the doors
For these boys
The only thing I fear is God
One for all
Me and my dogs, stay on 'cause
Got a 4x4
It get so tall, can't fit in the garage
I need a rich bitch
I'm like "Where's Nicki Minaj?"
Money comin' in like I play ball
But I don't play ball
And its super charged
I'm a real dope boy
Went designer from my head to my toe
I drip hard
I can't pull up in the hood no more
That's what I grind for
Feds tryin' to listen in on me
Think I'm a drug lord
Had to make it to the finish line
Without no head start
Man, I really came from nothing
All I know is to go hard
Me and Gunna, double R
**** sending slick shots
On the tour bus with them killers
They on Twitter, bitch boys
I want it all, the underdog
I go hard
The word is law, take care of my dogs
From my heart
One for all, we gotta walk
We gon' march
Ready for war, with my dogs
We gon' sparks
Started a tour
So I park my foreigns in the garage
Less is more, I pick and choose
Keep playin' it smart
Spend the dough, my coupe's a sport
I lift up the doors
For these boys
The only thing I fear is God
This is more, I pick and choose
Keep playin' it smart
Spend the dough, my coupe's a sport
I lift up the doors
For these boys
The only thing I fear is God

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass, June James & Matthew Edward Robinson.

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