Lil Baby — All In
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[Intro]
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
[Verse 1]
My mama been told me don’t give no poor performance
And whatever you gon’ do, just do it
Never thought ’bout doin’ music
I was tryna build my phone up
Contacts full of drug abusers
Ridin’ around with that Mexican, tryna figure out what my cousin doin’
Prison with the ‘migos, found out they was sellin’ bricks
Wish I would’ve knew that shit, I would’ve been lit
Swear to God, since I was seventeen, I been hood rich
I be at James Harden house, I’m all in Houston in the mix
I’m talkin’ ’bout spare time in New York, I buy floor seats to watch the Knicks
And I don’t even know no players
I just wan’ show off my new drip and put my chains in layers
I might just stand up and go crazy, someone make the layup
And we ain’t squashin’ shit for free, you niggas gotta pay us
You niggas better pay up, yeah
Know he might not beat it, I told the lawyer go for a lighter sentence
I don’t want know no problems with y’all niggas, y’all got women tendencies
I don’t gotta sell drugs no more, I’m bossed up, I got plenty business
Ridin’ ’round in that Lam’ truck, I wreck this bitch, it ain’t rented
Givin’ out my respect, get respect in every city
Niggas know I came up, but I came back through the slums with Diddy
Fucked around and got plugged in, I’m buyin’ that red Richard Mille
Stay out my lil’ brother business, just know that they gettin’ millions
[Chorus]
Press the button right there to let the doors in
Go hard all year, I don’t care, I’m goin’ all in
This house, vibes everywhere, she callin’ more friends
My word or nothin’, I ain’t lyin’, I cannot bargain
[Verse 2]
Sippin’ wockiana, come here, thotiana
Let me bust you down, ah, yeah, yeah
What kinda watch you wanted?
Man, that’s nothin’, mami
I’m not bein’ funny, yeah, yeah, yeah
I should’ve knew you was gon’ rat the day you told me
A hundred racks in all dubs, it ain’t no foldin’ me
I ain’t no puppet, I ain’t with nobody controllin’ me
I go LeBron when it’s crunch time, it ain’t no holdin’ me
You got the Maybach, Benz truck, I’m tryna buy one
I told lil’ shawty just let bygones be bygones
Tell the feds get off my dick, I don’t gotta buy guns
They got the right one, yeah
[Chorus]
Press the button right there to let the doors in
Go hard all year, I don’t care, I’m goin’ all in
This house, vibes everywhere, she callin’ more friends
My word or nothin’, I ain’t lyin’, I cannot bargain
[Outro]
To let the doors in
I’m goin’ all in
She callin’ more friends
I cannot bargain
