Lil Baby, Gunna - Belly (Audio)

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  • Jaden Wilson
    Jaden Wilson  1 weeks back

    2:40 0:16 1:36

    • Jaden Wilson
      Jaden Wilson  1 weeks back

      1:52 lil baby part 🔥🔥

      • mokhtar abdulkarim
        mokhtar abdulkarim  1 weeks back

        Flow crazy ,underrated 🔥🩸

        • Reatster Gaming
          Reatster Gaming  2 weeks back

          This song gets me so fucking hype

          • mandingomany
            mandingomany  3 weeks back

            Does anyone hear Skhorses? When he says “Horses”

            • Lavania Del Rey
              Lavania Del Rey  4 weeks back

              ooo weee 🥵

              • Kenny Pizano
                Kenny Pizano  1 months back

                Turbo killed this beat gawdamn🤮🔥

                • Arshya Arya
                  Arshya Arya  2 months back

                  Tbh gunna went harder than baby on this track

                  • emir
                    emir  2 months back

                    Baby flow ridiculous

                    • JAYLEN MACHACON
                      JAYLEN MACHACON  2 months back

                      coldest duo at the moment

                      • iiike
                        iiike  2 months back

                        "Spent thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor" 🤣🤣🤣

                        • Giorgio Pieroni
                          Giorgio Pieroni  2 months back

                          Ah-ah-ah, hey
                          Hey
                          Run that back, Turbo

                          You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
                          I used to say, "YOLO, " trap on Motorola
                          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

                          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 hoodie
                          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 the front end, it's easy to get a bookin'

                          You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
                          I used to say, "YOLO, " trap on Motorola
                          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 'em 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
                          And 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 say, "YOLO, " 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)

                          • Ebony GoddessRo
                            Ebony GoddessRo  2 months back

                            Gunna is the best >>>>>

                            • bien-aimé Dave
                              bien-aimé Dave  2 months back

                              The beat😊

                              • SoHo Don
                                SoHo Don  2 months back

                                “Cherish your blessings, easily can be tooken” 🥺

                                • ßłımə4KT
                                  ßłımə4KT  3 months back

                                  1:52

                                  • Fernando Baeza
                                    Fernando Baeza  3 months back

                                    Ah-ah-ah, hey
                                    Hey
                                    Run that back, Turbo

                                    You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
                                    I used to say, "YOLO, " trap on Motorola
                                    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

                                    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 hoodie
                                    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 the front end, it's easy to get a bookin'

                                    You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
                                    I used to say, "YOLO, " trap on Motorola
                                    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 'em 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
                                    And 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 say, "YOLO, " 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)

                                    • Gold Claykid9000
                                      Gold Claykid9000  3 months back

                                      Can you put me in your music video Lil Baby

                                      • 【Aesthetically Shaniya】

                                        Ah-ah-ah, hey
                                        Hey
                                        Run that back, Turbo
                                        You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
                                        I used to say, "YOLO, " trap on Motorola
                                        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
                                        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 hoodie
                                        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 the front end, it's easy to get a bookin'
                                        You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
                                        I used to say, "YOLO, " trap on Motorola
                                        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 'em 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
                                        And 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 say, "YOLO, " 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)

                                        • SoHo Don
                                          SoHo Don  3 months back

                                          “Cherish your blessing easily, can be tooken”

                                          • Josh Gallemore
                                            Josh Gallemore  4 months back

                                            "And I'm still in the trap in the hood like a motor spend thousands on fragrance she fckin my odor" damn

                                            • Dyshae Drummer
                                              Dyshae Drummer  4 months back

                                              Baby snapped like always

                                              • riko balboa
                                                riko balboa  4 months back

                                                Music video?

                                                • Woodi B
                                                  Woodi B  4 months back

                                                  Baby ride did beat like a roller coaster

                                                  • mcoop9
                                                    mcoop9  4 months back

                                                    slippery wet paint tha coupe so candy coated

                                                    • mcoop9
                                                      mcoop9  4 months back

                                                      Send a front-end it's easy to get a bookin

                                                      • Rimza MacMili
                                                        Rimza MacMili  4 months back

                                                        This is Top 1

                                                        • OOF559
                                                          OOF559  5 months back

                                                          Shit hella reminds me of 2018 lmao when I used to be a ranch hand

                                                          • tyshawn
                                                            tyshawn  5 months back

                                                            🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

                                                            • -K1malex-
                                                              -K1malex-  5 months back

                                                              bruh

                                                              • Isadore Mack
                                                                Isadore Mack  5 months back

                                                                Gunna so cold and slick with it even you young Cats sleeping. Gunna taught him how to rap and he also wrote drip too hard, belly, oh okay just about all the songs and hooks are written by him. Research

                                                              • Alliyah Ramirez
                                                                Alliyah Ramirez  5 months back

                                                                I'm just here for baby's verse. HEAT

                                                                • Michael Sowell
                                                                  Michael Sowell  6 months back

                                                                  I wish I could buy stock in these brothers.

                                                                  • Rail Animal
                                                                    Rail Animal  6 months back

                                                                    🔊Absolute heat!🔊

                                                                    • GonormousOrcle86
                                                                      GonormousOrcle86  6 months back

                                                                      Ah-ah-ah, hey
                                                                      Hey
                                                                      Run that back, Turbo

                                                                      You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
                                                                      I used to say, "YOLO, " trap on Motorola
                                                                      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

                                                                      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 hoodie
                                                                      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 the front end, it's easy to get a bookin'

                                                                      You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
                                                                      I used to say, "YOLO, " trap on Motorola
                                                                      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 'em 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
                                                                      And 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 say, "YOLO, " 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)

                                                                      • siyanda dhlamini
                                                                        siyanda dhlamini  6 months back

                                                                        Gunna's flow 🌊💯

                                                                        • Bryan Nnadi
                                                                          Bryan Nnadi  6 months back

                                                                          slept on

                                                                          • K T
                                                                            K T  7 months back

                                                                            Gunna x Lil Baby can’t be stopped on god

                                                                            • Jay Moore
                                                                              Jay Moore  7 months back

                                                                              Lil baby🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

                                                                              • David Castro
                                                                                David Castro  7 months back

                                                                                Fucking fire

                                                                                • Nini iPhone
                                                                                  Nini iPhone  7 months back

                                                                                  dont ever play the song in front of jaden he cant sing

                                                                                • Rell’s Kicks Daily
                                                                                  Rell’s Kicks Daily  7 months back

                                                                                  Gunna>>>>> lil baby

                                                                                • 이주원
                                                                                  이주원  8 months back

                                                                                  🔥

                                                                                  • DiamondEyedDiva12
                                                                                    DiamondEyedDiva12  8 months back

                                                                                    this the song they said he rap like Whitney and it go hard

                                                                                    • Myspace Laid
                                                                                      Myspace Laid  5 months back

                                                                                      DiamondEyedDiva12 I can hear similarities definitely

                                                                                  • Gaming Garchinator
                                                                                    Gaming Garchinator  8 months back

                                                                                    You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
                                                                                    I used to say, "YOLO, " trap on Motorola
                                                                                    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
                                                                                    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 hoodie
                                                                                    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 the front end, it's easy to get a bookin'
                                                                                    You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
                                                                                    I used to say, "YOLO, " trap on Motorola
                                                                                    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 'em 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
                                                                                    And 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 say, "YOLO, " 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)

                                                                                    • Sensei Hustle
                                                                                      Sensei Hustle  8 months back

                                                                                      Put the playback speed at 1.25 and thank me later 🥁🔥🔥

                                                                                      • Leonard Johnson
                                                                                        Leonard Johnson  8 months back

                                                                                        Once in a generation flow 👌

                                                                                        • Ronn Pillow
                                                                                          Ronn Pillow  8 months back

                                                                                          This shit slept on fr