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Lil Bibby

Genres: Hip-Hop

Boy Lyrics - Lil Bibby

[- Lil Bibby]Pulled up, parking lot stunting, boy 

Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy 

Nigga we ain't worried bout nothing, boy 

Everybody with me getting money 

I'm a boss stacking all this money 

My safe stay full of new hundreds 

My trap house still doing numbers 

Show you how to turn nothing into something 

I pull up to the scene, they like "Bibby what you on?" 

Got the chrome, one up in the dome, play I'll get you gone 

Money on my phone, so I told that bitch hold on 

Put the business first, then see what the hoes on 

Young nigga stunting, walking round with this gold on 

I would flood the block but I ain't tryna get told on 

Niggas dissing, acting like some women 

Hey but we ain't really tripping cause we got some pots to piss in 

When we pull up as the shit and go get your bitch's attention 

She wishing her and my dick could have a head on collision 

My guarder number one, we be bumming in your direction 

They get permission from me, they gon turn her with no ignition 

King, double Styrofoam for the lean 

Puffing 15, 30 grand in my jeans 

And when I'm seen on the scene, it's obscene 

And a vert so clean, half a million dollar chain 

Ask a ho who run it they go yelling out our name 

Hustle gang bang green bitch, all we know is bank rolls 

Get dough when the bank close, and there ain't no 

Stopping, our feet kicked up where you can't go 

They can't paint no picture no clearer 

Fuck with us, wreak havoc, bring terror 

No there ain't no nigga like us in your city 

Pulling up, sucker like no he motherfucking didn't 

Grind so hard I ain't slept in four days 

Niggas hating on the bench, they don't get no play 

Haters gon hate, everything ok 

Young nigga from the streets getting money both ways 

And we get that straight drop shit, straight from the tropics 

Then I rerock it to double up them profits 

Catch me on E block, now I'm with the D cop 

Word around town Lil Bibby got the streets locked 

Niggas mean mugging, so I got the heat cocked 

Wheat timbs nigga, we don't do the Reebok 

My young boys on bullshit, boy 

Just watch, I'll show you how to do this shit, boy 

 

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