Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Errbody , by - Lil Baby. Release date: 03.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Errbody |
| Flyer than everybody |
| Section 8 just straight cooked this muhfucker up |
| Flyer than everybody |
| Flyer than everybody |
| I’m flyer than everybody |
| Helicopter in the middle of the hood |
| I’m flyer than everybody |
| All this fame these niggas be chasin' |
| I swear I don’t care about it |
| Boy, you play, you don' die in front of everybody |
| Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms |
| Caught a L but I wish that they headshot 'em |
| Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got 'em |
| I used to pray for a plug who gon' go out the way |
| And come back with a lot of them bitches |
| I used to dream about condos when we leavin' Lenox |
| Now I stay on top of them bitches |
| I won’t give a damn if he ran him up a whole billion |
| I still won’t acknowledge them niggas |
| He put my name in a song, what the fuck is he on? |
| I don’t care, boy, we gotta go get 'em |
| House big as fuck in the middle of nowhere |
| I dick her down, I don’t care what my hoe wear |
| I made lil' Cam spend a block on a four-wheel |
| Nah, for real, spend the block on the four-wheel |
| Five million dollars, for me, that ain’t no deal |
| I done made that times six in like three years |
| Off this rap shit, I can’t even talk about the trap shit |
| I just hope they can take it, I keep me a Stallion like Megan |
| A residency out in Vegas |
| May fly to LA and go fuck with Lebron and the Lakers |
| Come back to Atlanta with Jayda |
| Bruh told us to take care of the neighbors and stack all the paper |
| Whatever we want, buy it later |
| I know how to shit on a hater and handle the business |
| Whatever God give me, I’m grateful |
| I’m flyer than everybody |
| Helicopter in the middle of the hood |
| I’m flyer than everybody |
| All this fame these niggas be chasin' |
| I swear I don’t care about it |
| Boy, you play, you don' die in front of everybody |
| Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms |
| Caught a L but I wish that they headshot 'em |
| Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got 'em |
| Cartier watches for everyone 'round me |
| I ran it up, how the fuck could you down me? |
| She set for life, how the fuck is you clownin'? |
| Bought all this water, ain’t never gon' drown |
| I’m in the 'Yo, I’m perfectin' my sound |
| I helped them out and they let me down again |
| I ain’t comin' back around again |
| Fell in love and I found a friend |
| I done geeked up the motor |
| My brother in prison in Polo |
| I jumped in the game and went loco |
| I put on these clothes like a hobo |
| That’s layers of drip, I showed my ass in Phipps |
| You play, ya mans get killed, said that before but I’m dead for real |
| Lil' bro jumpin' 'round like his legs done healed |
| I ran it up off a vacuum sealed |
| If I fall off today I’m a legend still |
| Bruh showed me the way, I ain’t never steal |
| This Glock ain’t no prop, it’ll pop for real |
| I fuck with the syrup, I don’t pop no pills |
| My young niggas turnt, they don’t got no deals |
| I need me a billion so I can chill |
| I’m drivin' like I ain’t got no license still |
| My Trackhawk move like it got nitrogen, I’m poppin' seals |
| I’m flyer than everybody |
| Helicopter in the middle of the hood |
| I’m flyer than everybody |
| All this fame these niggas be chasin' |
| I swear I don’t care about it |
| Boy, you play, you don' die in front of everybody |
| Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms |
| Caught a L but I wish that they headshot 'em |
| Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got 'em |
| I paid attention and found out the recipe |
| I take a seat and they still won’t get 'head of me |
| I’m on my shit, now a bitch can’t get next to me |
| You ain’t got a hundred thousand, you can’t have sex with me |
| Ain’t showed the best of me yet |
| And ain’t in nobody debt, I’m sum' like a vet' |
| I bought my big brother a 'Vette |
| My numbers so good, my label prolly owe me a check |
| They play with Lil Baby, I swear it gon' go down |
| Biggest lil' nigga that’s over at Motown |
| Jumped off the porch and went straight, kicked the door down |
| Flipped the clip, switch the clip, it’s some more rounds |
| Rappers fake and be hatin', I don’t go 'round |
| I took 12 on a chase, I had four ounces |
| Ask around, we them guys, come we do no clownin' |
| If I can I’m gon' try keep the smoke down |
| Once it’s up then it’s stuck, it ain’t go down |
| Like to switch where I sleep, I got four houses |
| Every time the heat come, I make four thousand |
| Big done gave me the game and I ran with it |
| Milked the game 'til I quit, I ain’t playin' with it |
| Could’ve been, hit yo' bitch, I be sparin' niggas |
| Make me mad, I’m gon' call up them grave diggers |
| Bought my mom a new crib and it’s way bigger |
| Never been to it once, that’s a great feelin' |
| I’ma go there when I get a chance |
| I lost five hunnid racks before I signed a deal |
| Swear to God, still got my advance |
| Yeah, I’m lit, I been savin' this guala up |
| Yeah, I hit, but she ain’t get a follow-up |
| Ain’t no reason to beef with no one about none of these women |
| I promise they swallow us all |
| I’m flyer than everybody |
| Helicopter in the middle of the hood |
| I’m flyer than everybody |
| All this fame these niggas be chasin' |
| I swear I don’t care about it |
| Boy, you play, you don' die in front of everybody |
| Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms |
| Caught a L but I wish that they headshot 'em |
| Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got 'em |