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Stiff Gang (Explicit) - Lil Baby
Lyrics by：Dominique Jones/Wesley Glass/Joshua Luellen
Composed by：Dominique Jones/Wesley Glass/Joshua Luellen
Produced by：Wheezy/Southside
Pulled up in a two seater
Couped up
Insides 'ghetti
Spaghetti
Money let's get it
Let's go let's go
Steppin' on a peasant
Pss yeah
Do it 'cause I want to
I don't need the credit
I don't say nothin'
Eighty on the Kelly
Want some
And that's her aesthetic
Stiff gang on a ***** don't approach me
Nope
I go up by the week real motion
Still runnin'
I can really play the game and coach it
I ain't dealin' hand to hand I wholesale
Real money
Baked potato with everything on it
Loaded
Diamonds hittin' everything pourin'
Can't focus
Sent the Uber get away from me
Go 'head
I'm a different vibe when that liquor hit
Oh yeah
We can't be all on the 'Gram don't post us
Don't post us
************ in my hand no holster
No holster
Turnt up young **** I'm the most
I'm the most
Twenty vibes T'd up on the boat so I
Ski
Puttin' it down for Atlanta like I'm Soso 'nem
I know how to hit the gas when the coast is clear
I'm gone
You know I know you a ho **** so so what?
Get it done by myself don't need no coconspirator
Thunderstorm when I come I am so so real
Doin'
They got brodie ****** up I'm lookin' out for them
Got 'em
Can't cry I got ten tears drop in both my ears
I been ******* up Nobu before the deal
When I'm done and I'm leavin' she know the drill
I put oil on them bricks I got motor skills
Got motor
I need racks every day this **** cost a mill'
Cost
I catch her out of bounds I'ma sock it to her
Sock
M's in offshore accounts like a soccer dude
I've been dead broke before keep my pockets full
Throw a sixty on the Wock and I run a lil'
Know I make me a lot off a lil' nothin'
Couple zips of that raw and you blow it up
Set up shop anywhere I be goin' up
Trench baby runnin' 'round in this foreign stuff
Pushin' packs of drugs in the new year
Rich junkie addicted to blue bucks
Different mind frame I grew up
Really Mr. let a ***** do her
Pretty **** debatin' 'bout who first
Bro I'm not his twin I don't know who worst
She'll sell her soul for some cheap purses
Sleepin' giant woke I done resurfaced
Woke up in the Maybach with push curtains
We don't **** with him he a goofy
Smooth talker right out a two piece
2025 the new fleet
Kickin' **** with P's Bruce Lee
Bro know he a pack LooseLeaf
Ridin' in the 'Cat red key
Go and check the stats I'm OG yeah
Straight out the jungle survival is a must
I want the cheese my pockets stuffed crust
I'm 'bout to leave she come and touch me up
Got her own business account I'm the plug
I'm out in Vegas blicky on my hip
Three hundred K the charges disappear
I really made it I used to work a flip
I ain't gon' play came through dunkin' off the dribble
Bro wanna take on the trial let's do it
Know how to move I locked in with the Jews
Passin' out Hermès for Christmas I'm Scrooge
No I can't let her I'm stickin' to mood
I like the way that she **** she the coolest
Models she love a hood **** they bougie
Dig the dude put the grave on my tombstone
Hit him straight in this **** if he move wrong
Virgil Maybach I'm swervin' a two tone
Thirty deep in the spot like a group home
Drive her crazy she think I put wood on her
We gon' lay catch 'em lackin' move on 'em
Yeah I'm hot check the temp' but I'm cool on
Take some furs I'm workin' my move on her
Give her curve I'm puttin' that spoon on her
Out in Saudi I'm pushin' a fur coat
Wheezy outta here