Lil Baby | Shiest Talk Lyrics

Lil Baby | Shiest Talk Lyrics

Used to dream of driving foreigns, had to grab one

Of all my mamas children

I’m the bad one

I admit that

God gone have to call and tell me

To give yo shit back

I was thuggin way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag

Lil Juan got killed

It hit me

Been my nigga since elementary

Justin tried to make me

Go half on buddy lawyer

I wasn’t with it

All these niggas do is brag

But go out bad

I just don’t get it

They be poppin on the gram

But they can’t pop out in my city

Every charge I had dismissed

Swallow my kids

You don’t get no kiss

Ion play games

But a nigga send blitz

Everything change when a nigga get rich

Glock with a switch

How a nigga gone miss?

Made you that

Now a nigga tryna diss

Some of this shit

I’m just never gone get

Ion fuck around

I can still get bricks

Foes to the grave

I ain’t never gone switch

Where the fuck I’m gone go?

She got everything

Young CoCo

I just gave my hood some more hope

We just sold another truckload

Bought her everything in Soho

She can’t keep me on the low low

You know I’m a big bill

(Aye, Yuh)

You know I got big drill

(Yup)

2 F&N’s sitting up in my lap

Can’t even control the wheel

I gotta start acting more like a rapper

And stop tryna kill

Some niggas with me caught a body

Kept it solid with me still

Play with us I bet you call it off

They know Big Shiest take beef forreal (Brrrrrdt)

Then the more I get to flashin

Get to crashin

I ain’t tryna chill

Yo bitch gone drop her panties

Diamonds dancin’

I’m just standing still

I used to go zip shit up for a ten

Now it’s gone cost a mil

Niggas don’t never wanna put in work

Pick up my chop

Know how I do

If you spot Shiesty with Baby

We sliding round with 4 carbons full

(Yup)

But them niggas just tired of getting bullied We is not into em

(Yup)

When I see all them views watching

Wait till I put you up in a wood

9/11

We got eyes on em

Bitches overstood

I pull up shooting up in yo projects

Say I can’t go to my hood

(Brdddt, brddt, brddt)

Aye, yuh

Used to dream of driving foreigns, had to grab one

Of all my mamas children

I’m the bad one

I admit that

God gone have to call and tell me

To give yo shit back

I was thuggin way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag


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