Lil Baby goes “All In” with the dapper rapper lifestyle, as the first single from his My Turn deluxe album debuts at No. 45 on the Billboard Hot 100 (dated May 9).
On top of the finer things in life, he namechecks fellow rappers Migos and Diddy and athletes James Harden and LeBron James while interpolating Blueface‘s No. 8 Hot 100 hit “Thotiana”: “Sippin’ wockiana, come here thotiana/ Let me buss you down, ah, yeah, yeah.”
Check out the lyrics below.
(Cook that sh– up, Quay)
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
Contact 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 woulda knew that sh–, I woulda 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 wanna show off my new drip and put my chains in layers
I might just stand up and go crazy, someone make the lay-up
And we ain’t squashin’ sh– for free, you n—as gotta pay us
You n—as better pay up, yeah
Know he might not beat it, I told the lawyer, “Go for a lighter sentence”
I’on’t want know no problems with y’all n—as, y’all got women tendencies
I’on’t gotta sell drugs no more, I’m bossed up, I got plenty business
Ridin’ ’round in that Lamb’ truck, I wreck this bi—, it ain’t rented
Givin’ out my respect, get respect in every city
N—as know I came up, but I came back through the slums with Diddy
F—ed around and got plugged in, I’m buyin’ that red Richard Mille
Stay out my lil’ brother bidness
Just know that they gettin’ millions
Press the button right there to let the doors in
Go hard all year, I’on’t care, I’m goin’ all in
This house vibes everywhere, she callin’ more friends
My word or none, ain’t lyin’, I cannot bargain
Sippin’ wockiana, come here thotiana
Let me buss you down, ah, yeah, yeah
What kinda watch you wanted?
Man, that’s nothin’ mami
I’m not bein’ funny, ah, yeah, yeah
I shoulda knew you was gon’ rat the day you told me
A hunnid racks in all dubs, it ain’t no foldin’ me
I ain’t no puppet, ain’t with nobody controllin’ me
I go LeBron when it’s crunch time, it ain’t no holdin’ me
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 di–, I don’t gotta buy guns”
They got the right one, yeah
Press the button right there to let the doors in
Go hard all year, I’on’t care, I’m goin’ all in
This house vibes everywhere, she callin’ more friends
My word or none, ain’t lyin’, I cannot bargain
To let the doors in
I’m goin’ all in
She callin’ more friends
I cannot bargain (I cannot bargain)
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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Chris Rosser, Dominique Jones