Lil Baby | From Now On Lyrics

Lil Baby | From Now On Lyrics

FaceTime we still talk in codes, I think the Feds on every iPhone

No more Polo t-shirts, put that shit on, everyday from now on

Switchin’ up my image, no more pictures with my styrofoam

Why the fuck I keep buyin’ these houses if I’m never home?

I’m with gang, they never wrong, supermodel, I’m steppin’ on ’em

Search for ’em, my weapon on ’em

Buy three, four bags at one time

Treat the condo like a trap house

Other spot a baby compound

Bad bitches gettin’ the run-around

Bruh a track star, he run shit down

I made this shit half of a one pound

I told bro ‘dem, “One band, one sound”

She like, “Fuck the club, let’s stay in”

‘Cause she gotta get a new tape in

Pockets too big, they could never belittle me

Bae, I’m a hell of a nigga

Ain’t with the arguin’, what’s your dilemma?

I buy her Kelly’s, the real one

How you the hero but stay with some villains?

I ain’t gon’ switch up my niggas ‘dem

I run the game like I’m born with the ball

Youngin’ ain’t corny at all

5 foot 9 but I ain’t that small

Feel like I’m 7 feet tall

Bro ain’t stoppin’, he just on pause

He comin’ trim when I call him

FaceTime we still talk in codes, I think the Feds on every iPhone

No more Polo t-shirts, Put that shit on, everyday from now on

In millions of dollars, walkin’ in Prada, drinkin’ out of styrofoam

Gotta talk in code, when you on FaceTime, like the Feds on the phone

Live a billionaire lifestyle, but I still get bricks to ya’ door

Lil’ one got the stick ready to go blitz, lil’ one stay on go

Flatline, nigga, one car

Pull the pounds up in U-haul

Dodgin’ a life sentence, poppin’ all this shit I talk

I done piped up another nigga bitch, I’m too rich, my fault

I just alley-ooped a hoe to my dawg, he just slam dunked her

Ballin’ like Bron, and now I’m startin’ to feel like Messiah

Codeine drinkin’, but I swear the money get me higher

Bitch told the judge that I’m on pills, my mansion got marbles

Charge a M for a show, still a serve a bell to you tomorrow

FaceTime we still talk in codes, I think the Feds on every iPhone

No more Polo t-shirts, put that shit on, everyday from now on

Everybody can fold, bet I won’t

Everybody want it, but I don’t

I make niggas follow and I lead

I make bitches cum and I leave

Virgil Maybach, it’s so sweet

We just get ’em, ain’t no beef

You can get her back, I can’t keep her

We be gettin’, shhh, that’s our secret

Rappers wanna kick it, can’t reach me

You and five of y’all niggas, can’t see me

Really straight to war, nigga, can’t beat me

Akademiks know he ain’t as rich as me

Brodie ready to eat for a twenty piece

Ain’t got nothin’ to say to you mini-me’s

Ready to buy a lil’ nigga contract

Yeah, yeah, whatever, we on that

Disappeared on them, they got weird on me, I’m the fall back king

Number one shit, me and King Pluto, that’s a smooth tag team

Gotta live with it, can’t wake up from it, this is not a bad dream

Look how life changed, TV’s in the shower, used to steal flat screens

Shhh, I know that they listenin’, fuck ’em

Know not to ask me about nothin’

If I ain’t somewhere gettin’ money, then I’m fuckin’

That’s that Swiss sound

I ain’t goin’ out without a fight, I’m tellin’ you that shit now

Whatever I get, I’ma show my brother, that’s how we get down

If you get offended, it is what it is, bitch, I’m from Atlanta, so I gotta slick mouth


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