Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Week, artist - Lil Baby. Album song Street Gossip, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
This Week |
All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet |
We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain’t have no cable |
Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain’t got no neighbors |
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah |
I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton |
Told the streets I’m too hot, you can’t handle this |
I’ma lie to your honor, I’m scandalous |
I’m rich, got caught with another nigga bitch |
New G-Wagon, '18, no tints |
Can’t keep up with the money I spent |
I don’t keep count, I just know that I’m gettin' it |
I be hearin' rumors they gon' take my chain |
I ain’t really trippin' if a young nigga get it |
Hope you got insurance, nigga, you gon' die with it |
Breaking news, guarantee we make a nigga feel it |
We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain’t have no cable |
Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain’t got no neighbors |
We got the whole city on exotic, tell the plug to send all the flavors |
I never went for extortion, you can’t pay a nigga to tell you I paid him |
Shout out the real ones who gettin' it, yeah |
Ride 'round the city, no ceiling, yeah |
I had to upgrade my living, yeah |
Took me some time, but I did it, yeah |
I’m balling, I stay on my pivot, yeah |
Label me one of the real ones, yeah |
I see 'em shootin' shots |
Any one of 'em hit me, we killin' 'em dead |
Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank) |
Told 'em that I quit but I can’t (I can’t) |
I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint) |
Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week |
Hope a nigga don’t think I’m sweet (I'm sweet) |
Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (New Jeep) |
Everything mine, I don’t rent it, I keep (I keep) |
All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet |
We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain’t have no cable |
Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain’t got no neighbors |
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah |
I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton |
Told the streets I’m too hot, you can’t handle this |
I’ma lie to your honor, I’m scandalous |
I like how she watchin' me (Like how she watchin') |
This jewelry on me goin' insane |
I come from the poverty (Come from the poverty) |
This money ain’t makin' me change (Change) |
Everything lit when we go up, yeah |
Whole lot of four we throw up, yeah |
My diamonds on fleek, they glow up, yeah |
Everybody sip lean, pour up, yeah |
All the PT’s came from Cinco |
Hope them folks don’t hit me with the RICO |
Still can make a call and get a kilo |
Keep it real, you niggas know my steelo |
Hold that thought, just keep that on the D-low |
We don’t pay no notes, don’t go through re-po's |
We gon' hit 'em up and make 'em repost |
I became a neighborhood hero |
Tryna listen to my conversation |
Bank account a lot of puncutation |
Told the plug ain’t no more situations |
Trap house rollin', Radric Davis (Oh God) |
Pulled up sippin' on drank, yeah |
Everywhere I go, big bank, yeah |
Ain’t never withdraw from the bank, yeah |
Give a damn what a fuck nigga think, yeah |
Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank) |
Told 'em that I quit but I can’t (I can’t) |
I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint) |
Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week |
Hope a nigga don’t think I’m sweet (I'm sweet) |
Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (New Jeep) |
Everything mine, I don’t rent it, I keep (I keep) |
All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet |
We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain’t have no cable |
Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain’t got no neighbors |
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah |
I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton |
Told the streets I’m too hot, you can’t handle this |
I’ma lie to your honor, I’m scandalous |