"Baby Boy" lyrics

I just spent a hundred on a fuckin' Rollie
Hundred thousand on shoes, I ain't standin' on Forgies
Yeah (Yeah), F&N, yeah, my brother totin' it (Yeah)
I ain't cryin' 'bout no bitch, I ain't never Judy (Hoo)
Yeah, special-made K, came with lion on it (Hoo, hoo, hoo, I'm just sayin')
I was drippin' Margiela early morning (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yes, I'm blessed the fuck up, ain't stand my opponent
And the foreign red, havin' two miles on it

Yeah, bad bitch came with a rear
We Atlanta gangsters, hell nah, we don't need no grill
What you bangin'? Is you gon' spazz out for real?
Yeah, hit him with that K and watch him drop tail, yeah
Yeah, I swear to God, keep it real, yeah
Every shoe, you name it, I got it, I'm for real, yeah
Yeah, I'm poppin', I'm trendin' topic, I'm for real, yeah
Know when the Drac' gets poppin', we gon' kill, yeah
Here to make money, I ain't tryna know your last name
Yes, a nigga pimpin', baby girl, I don't need no cane
I'm in LA vibin' and these hoes (Woah), they want cocaine
Shit, who hang? No
I'm on the rise, high below eyes
Yeah, presidential style with a presidential vibe (Yeah)
Yeah, Cartier, face blue, it's all skies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we throw 'em up and bust 'em up outside

I just spent a hundred on a fuckin' Rollie
Hundred thousand on shoes, I ain't standin' on Forgies
Yeah (Yeah), F&N (Yeah, yeah), yeah, my brother totin' it (Yeah)
I ain't cryin' 'bout no bitch, I ain't never Judy (Yeah, yeah, hoo)
Yeah, special-made K, came with lion on it (Hoo, hoo, hoo, I'm just sayin')
I was drippin' Margiela early morning (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yes, I'm blessed the fuck up, ain't stand my opponent
And the foreign red, havin' two miles on it

I drip Margielas
Clip long, checkin' measures
Creep at night like a bedbug
Yeah, I'm countin' bands at the teller
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grab a chopper, then he Kill Bill
Yeah, this ho too hot, but she need a chill pill
Throwin' money on these hoes, they gon' tilt you
Kickin' back with these lows, drinkin' Belaire
These niggas whack rappers, they can't compare
These niggas middle-class, ain't talkin' McNair

I just spent a hundred on a fuckin' Rollie
Hundred thousand on shoes, I ain't standin' on Forgies
Yeah (Yeah), F&N, yeah, my brother totin' it (Yeah)
I ain't cryin' 'bout no bitch, I ain't never Judy (Yeah, yeah, hoo)
Yeah, special-made K, came with lion on it (Hoo, I'm just sayin')
I was drippin' Margiela early morning (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yes, I'm blessed the fuck up, ain't stand my opponent
And the foreign red, havin' two miles on it

Yeah, you know the kid bossin' up on life
Yeah, you know a big stick come through my ride
Yeah, yeah
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (I just said)
Yeah, yeah, yeah