Band4band(Fs)LIL Baby - MarkLifeReal

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

(M-M-M-Murda) Runnin' up this money been a breeze (Phew) Flew her in, she fuck me 'til she leave (Uh) She done fell in love, I'm sellin' dreams I done fell in love with buyin' jeans (Jeans) Hate I found a love for sippin' lean Hellcat faster than a Demon, new G-Wagon with no key Put baguettes in my AP, I ain't on playin' about they beef Niggas know I play for keeps, treat my brothers like they me Had to make myself a boss, it ain't no nigga workin' me I invest a couple mil' and let my money work for me Know they hate the way it happened Probably somewhere cursin' me I don't know nothing 'bout no killin' All I know is murder beats I got rich and understand my next three cars gon' be a lease I ain't never losin' sleep about no beef, I roll in peace I put diamonds in my teeth Came from grindin' in the streets Get a load and break it down and sell it all and then repeat it Pray to God for all the dawgs behind the wall They need they freedom (Free y'all) When I be on TV and perform, I hope they see me (See me) Once it's up, it's stuck, we get over on niggas, not get even Forgiato rims on my dually, I ride diesel Only rock Amiris with my team, not no Diesel Got some niggas up in Philly play with birds like they Eagles She keep sayin' I'm the man, that shit boostin' up my ego Still in Atlanta sellin' bags like they legal, I'm just sayin' (Yeah) How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin'? Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet All I know is put it up and keep on workin' I can't even hold you, I been gettin' loaded Devil on my shoulders God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah Drop-top McLaren (Oh), everybody starin' (Lookin') Lil' one from the hood turned into the man (Big dawg) Get a lot of money (Yeah), try to stuff it in my pants (4 Pockets) I might do the woah (Woah), nigga, I don't dance Rings on my hand cost a fortune Shout out to my mama, no abortion (What's up?) D-Boy, white Air Forces (Crisp) Different kinda bags, I got choices (Flavors) And I got the swag for a loyal ticket Think I'm hearin' voices in my head sayin', "Kill him" (Kill him) Know she'll forgive me, I'm one of the real ones Really from the trenches, turn a dollar to a nickel (Get 'em) Baddest of the baddest, guess I gotta wait to pick 'em Try us, then we smashin', then they go to playin' victim (Kill 'em) I don't know what happened, all I know is he got hit up I'ma need a napkin, chains drippin', VV's lit up I'ma get the money and go hard long as I get up (Get up) We gon' beat the trial, I told lil' bruh to do some sit-ups (Push-up) Win, win, win, no lose or draw, I never give up (Nah) Nigga, what you bangin'? What you claimin'? Throw that shit up (4, Baby) How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin'? Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet All I know is put it up and keep on workin' I can't even hold you, I been gettin' loaded Devil on my shoulders God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah

Cook that shit up, Quay Baby, huh Christian Dior on my shoes They cost a band, I prolly won't wear again Lil Mizzy just came on the news I'm thinking, damn, he back in trouble again Made me a mil' 'cause I can I know who I am, and I give thanks to the man The tiger just jumped out the can That's my lil' man, right back getting action again That young nigga shit, we still on it My dawg going through it, I feel for him She told me she love me, I fell for it Got real niggas sitting in jail for it Buy the pack, I'ma put it in the mail for it On the hunt for the money, I smell for it I went big dawg on them, this Tom Ford That lil' boy shit I ain't going for it Getting money every day I wake up Don't ask me, "Did me and lil' shawty break up?" Them M's coming in, let 'em stack up Don't ride my wave, dawg, back up I ain't never had shit, I gotta act up Don't come too close, my dawgs wan' buck I don't need no help, I don't ask for much If I ever go broke, we masking up Ran the money up, way up Life ain't sweet, ain't no lay-up Drip for sale, they gotta pay us I stayed down and I came up Stayed the same and they changed up I knew they was gon' change up Money never gon' change us I just be in my lane stuck I parked the Bentley inside the garage I don't know how much hate I can dodge I can get you knocked off with a nod 4 Pockets Full, everyone got a knot I say this shit from the heart I knew you weren't real, you weren't there from the start Anything good in my way came from God Go get on stage and I get an applause Damn Young Gunna done growed up Bent the Bentley coupe, they know it's us My bro took a loss and I picked him up We stick together, they ain't rich as us I wanna sit down, she ain't lit enough Every time I count cash, swear I get a rush My money long as the yellow bus It ain't no secret, I'm livin' plush Ran the money up, way up Life ain't sweet, ain't no lay-up (Cook that shit up, Quay!) Drip for sale, they gotta pay us I stayed down and I came up Stayed the same and they changed up I knew they was gon' change up Money never gon' change us I just be in my lane stuck Ran the money up, way up Life ain't sweet, ain't no lay-up Money never gon' change us I just be in my lane stuck Stayed the same and they changed up I knew they was gon' change up

Yeah Yeah I'm just tryna live my life Moon rocks, on stars, straight cash, no cards Livin' life like stars, thankin' God every day we finally winning You was 'posed to my nigga, right here with me I'm just tryna live my life They say I ain't living right Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice Livin' for tomorrow, hopin' for tonight I'm just tryna live my life They say I ain't living right Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice Livin' for tomorrow, hopin' for tonight Push start cars, we can't fall Started from the bottom now we here Ran me up a mill', it took a year Watch my closest niggas disappear We ridin' drop tops whips in the summer She keep checkin' in 'cause she know that I'm a winner We gon' skip town just for dinner We gon' keep it gutter, don't have no one in our business Draped down in Fendi, she rockin' the latest She say I'm the greatest, if I'm ollie then you later Took a trip to the Barbados, and I'm still on paper Shout out to my haters, they been motivating me lately Came to fuck the game up, had to switch the wave up Fuck me just don't lay up, on this codeine I can't stay up Pitch a dub in a motor, just so they can't catch me They tried to arrest me 'cause I'm icy like Wayne Gretzky I'm a big bear like Tee Grizzley, these fuck niggas be sneak dissin' This FN gon' stay with me, a nigga play that'll be the reason G5 gon' for a lot of seasons, Saks Ave, we done did Niemans Them millions comin', I can damn see 'em, long live Frank, I can see him breathin' I got ten traps and they all beamin' We done fucked the game up They blowin' my name up I just want the money, fuck the fame cuz Came to switch the game up I'm just tryna live my life They say I ain't living right Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight I'm just tryna live my life They say I ain't living right Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight If tomorrow ain't promised then why should I wait? If times still gon' be hard then why should I pray? Seen my niggas stayed away, from a cage to a grave Solid niggas turned fake, seen it happen every day Didn't expect it to happen, I thought you was solid Still can't believe you not right here beside me The money in front me, the bullshit behind me My nigga forever, I thought we was riders When we caught them cases both of us kept quiet I just lost a friend to some gun play Put my main bitch on the runway Still servin' packs on the one way Paying tithes Sunday, we gon' blow up one day Magic on a Monday, shout out to the strippers Lately I been feelin' it on another level Savin' all the extras, I gotta be different I'm just tryna live my life They say I ain't living right Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight I'm just tryna live my life They say I ain't living right Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah

June, you're a genius Hitmaka Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to takе a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road ragе Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Well, if I may speak freely, we gon' get a bag if we need it Buss it down, flip it, repeat it, suckas be greedy We was never playin' in the game, if we was, before we lost, we cheated Hold up, they ain't made a game you can play on me I just be prayin' for these niggas, that they pray on me They got another thing comin', homie, they gon' see I got the blessings of an Angel everyday on me Okay, church, nigga used to ask me where I'm from Tell 'em Bankhead, nigga, but the earth my turf Work, wonder what's up under my shirt Wonder why I ain't gettin' searched Nigga, T.I.P been solid, speak against his name in the hood And you will get slapped out 'bout it, had straps out wildin' But moments in the past just made me who I am That's why I don't run from it Keep it one hunnid Anyone who don't like it, then fuck 'em Get a little money then double level Came a way from sellin' weed in the envelope To Puff Daddy standin' with me in Chinchilla Road run, Rubberband Man Made a 100 mil' off of 50 grand man Well, goddamn My suggestion is that you follow your dreams in this bitch Put your heart in this shit, you're bound to get rich, no cap Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin I just wore two million worth of jewelry to an interview I got people askin' me, "What the fuck done got into you?" I done put it all on the line, I knew that the rent was due Hard to go and get, no trippin', it wasn't no handouts Corner store got hot, we start sellin' 'em out my man house We ain't never have nothin', stay pullin' bands out I been runnin' it up and I heard he ran out Know these pussy niggas wishin' shit would fan out, it won't How you make the gun go on safety? It don't You that young turnt nigga, Baby, for shit, sure Never in my feelings 'bout a broad, she can hit, bro Red inside, Rolls truck, call it Big Boat Heard a nigga say he want smoke Switch out my clip on my pole, had to add a lil' more I ain't really up for no arguin' Nigga said he gon' do what? Bitch, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin Shut up, sucka nigga, get up Crazy in your head thinkin' you can get us hit up Foreign, automotives all in my lawn Yawn, did this shit so long it's gettin' borin' Trap to the culture, made a motherfuckin' lifestyle Shoutout to my niggas doin' trap-music right now But you know we ain't with the hype, a million on the mic Get to switchin' out a queen, just 'cause she ain't what we like I'm a king, done my thing from the green to the white When you finished with opinions, I got four or five classics Say I ain't the shit, that nigga must be dippin' acid Fuck what all 'em other niggas doin', all I know is keep goin' Start gettin' money, I enjoyed it Started sellin' crack for employment Make it out of Georgia, that was a nigga only intent Get the suckas out the way and get rich Blockin' my path Boy, the .40 Kal start barkin' like my nigga DMX in this bitch I'm a vet' at this shit And all I ever been was authentic 20 years I been handlin' my business Get in my bag, stackin' my pennies Buyin' everything on the west side of the city 'Cause that's where all the niggas don't play about T.I.P So what I care 'bout what you got to say to T.I.P? Nigga, beg your pardon