Belly Lyrics - Lil Baby

Ah-ah-ah, hey 

Run that back, Turbo 

You niggas bogus, I see the imposers 

I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla 

Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it 

Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated 

Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this 

The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses 

Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune 

I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question 

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I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly 

Police got dogs and they can't even smell me 

Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly 

20s on me, I call 'em green relish 

Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished 

Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly 

PH in the sky, we got 'em already 

PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it 

Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit 

I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed 

Worked all my life and now I understand it 

Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it 

I got the sweetest sauce like jelly 

Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded 

I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli 

I held him down, that nigga was my celly 

Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless 

Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target 

They cut out the coupe before we hit the market 

We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless 

Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party 

I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti 

Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti 

Police's cases, all that we avoidin' 

The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy 

I shown all my love, I've never been a bully 

Got every color VLONE hoody 

Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie 

I got this sauce, cream and puddin' 

I came with the drip, got everybody lookin' 

Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken 

Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in 

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You niggas bogus, I see the imposers 

I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla 

Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it 

Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated 

Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this 

The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses 

Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune 

I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question 

Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek 

Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me 

My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion 

I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (Skrrt) 

These camouflage denim like I just went campin' 

They still can't believe that I made it, they happy 

I been gettin' money before I was rappin' 

I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors 

No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges 

My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me 

He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign 

Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin' 

How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan 

Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important 

And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor 

Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor 

I just started rappin', I made me some millions 

Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city 

These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50 

I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business 

Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city 

I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys 

This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee) 

I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (Yeah, yeah) 

You niggas bogus, I see the imposers 

I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla 

Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it 

Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated 

Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this 

The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses 

Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune 

I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (Uh)