Word On The Street Lyrics - Lil Baby

We Global now 

Word on the street, they got a lil' bitty hit out 

Really run Atlanta, I can make a nigga get out 

If anything, I have more respect for you bitches 

Nigga, you a bitch, we don't shoot and miss (Nah) 

Glock-19 unfold and it spit out 

Double R underneath the door when I get out 

Clutchin' on my fans, had to tell lil' bro to chill out 

How the fuck your whole gang down the road and you still 

out? 

Undercover rat, pussy nigga, you a sellout 

Every show I get either packed or it sell out 

I been ballin' hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out 

Know a nigga mad, he can't even put a hit out 

Middle of the winter, drop top with a mink on 

Bad lil' vibe, yeah, she say that's her theme song 

I done made a whole million dollars off a flip phone 

No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even have a ringtone 

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Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate 

We just fuck around, we don't date 

I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate 

And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date 

I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in 

Then I took off, I ain't have no other option 

I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit 

I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen 

Call overseas, tell them youngins to spin again 

I don't throw rocks and hide my hand 'cause I'm a man 

Million cash in the book bag, I'm a big dog 

Threw my shot at any nigga, bitch, I think I'm Chris Paul 

Sippin' all these meds, nigga gotta be throwed off 

I was gettin' head, fucked around and I dozed off 

Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out 

Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I'm the chosen child 

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Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate 

We just fuck around, we don't date 

I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate 

And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date 

I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in 

Then I took off, I ain't have no other option 

I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit 

I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen 

Safe deposit boxes on fleek 

And my bank account, I don't touch it, I'ma get it out the 

street 

Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you cheap 

And she know I'm havin' money, buy her titties, ass, and 

teeth 

Catchin' three flights every day, the only time I get some 

sleep 

Kept it real and they be cappin', really you can't compete 

I spend it all on bullets, niggas don't wanna beef 

Got a D-boy swag, pull up SRT 

I ain't playin' with nobody, nobody gon' play with me 

Got a driver for my car, he take me from A to Z 

Got some homies on the yard I probably'll never see 

If the money was the issue I promise they'd be free 

They was sleepin' on me bad, they fucked around, woke up 

a beast 

Switch it up, I went romantic, took my shawty out to Greece 

Every city that I go to, gotta link up with the street 

I'm too humble for 'em, guess that's why they thinkin' I 

was sweet 

Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate 

We just fuck around, we don't date 

I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate 

And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date 

I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in 

Then I took off, I ain't have no other option 

I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit 

I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen