Bench them We all carry a burden I just hope that God got my back when I'm not certain I got people plotting on me compose all directions Just a little bit more money and I get to heavy stepping Bigger funds Bigger ones Best belive I get it done They can't make me question me bout what tf I'm sure about 😊 (i just want me the profit We could skip all the talking)
[Lil Baby:] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fresh like the first day of the school on the weekend I put this shit on today, for no reason Got somethin' to smile about, I fixed up my teeth Straight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked up Thousand horse power, my car gotta keep up Act like I'm slow all the time, but I peep stuff What kinda guy let a bitch keep the beef up? I let 'em live for a while, now the lease up Nail in the hammer, I done built it from the ground up Brodie say he workin', but the bricks, them went down somethin' They handle the business, I do not go around them You can get a hundred if you want to, we got pound spots I'm the one that's really havin' motion, what they talkin' 'bout? Cars, I done did that, chains, don't need no more So many clothes, startin' to feel like a hobo Every milestone, tryna buy me a new home Potholes keep on fuckin' up the Forgi's, take the rims off The way she twist and suck it, like she tryna take the skin off Bro 'nem, in a striker, but it's good, we swapped the VINs out Don't bark up this tree, I make the chopper knock his limb off Thousand dollar after every road, that's what they hittin' for All I do is fuck her, I done turned her to a nympho FN's, blackouts, Gen5's, Gen4's Trippin' for the family, I don't play about my kin folk I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin' God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies Fuck I look like havin' smoke with my many me's? Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me? Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit Never been a hater, I don't care enough This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us [Young Thug:] Fresh off the jet, I end up in the projects See somethin' I like, no police, I'ma cop it Don't follow my page, I post racks every day For these niggas and bitches that's countin' my pockets Ooh, hurdle this bitch in Huaraches Lambo', Ferrari, Bentleys, I got options I took the private jet out to Nevada 4PF CED, they got smoked like a rasta Trenches with me Somethin' seem suspicious, somethin' seemin' fishy I'm four pockets full and look like biscuits Overprice us and we uppin', uppin' Fire, fire, fire, fire, that sound sound delicious You can't use the dishes, in the kitchen cleanin' Woo, woo, litty, can't abort the mission, bitch, I got addictions I don't do photo, pictures, keep it low and with me [Lil Baby:] I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin' God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies Fuck I look like havin' smoke with my many me's? Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me? Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit Never been a hater, I don't care enough This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us
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This beat should go down in the hall of fame
This really hit
Lil Baby - Never Hating (OFFICIAL INSTRUMENTAL) ft. Young Thug
fire, wooooo
best one😊
nah you too quick 🔥🔥
YBH quicker w his shi
can you deconstruct this?
No violins?
Is it available to download
Bench them
We all carry a burden
I just hope that God got my back when I'm not certain
I got people plotting on me compose all directions
Just a little bit more money and I get to heavy stepping
Bigger funds
Bigger ones
Best belive I get it done
They can't make me question me bout what tf I'm sure about
😊
(i just want me the profit
We could skip all the talking)
[Lil Baby:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fresh like the first day of the school on the weekend
I put this shit on today, for no reason
Got somethin' to smile about, I fixed up my teeth
Straight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked up
Thousand horse power, my car gotta keep up
Act like I'm slow all the time, but I peep stuff
What kinda guy let a bitch keep the beef up?
I let 'em live for a while, now the lease up
Nail in the hammer, I done built it from the ground up
Brodie say he workin', but the bricks, them went down somethin'
They handle the business, I do not go around them
You can get a hundred if you want to, we got pound spots
I'm the one that's really havin' motion, what they talkin' 'bout?
Cars, I done did that, chains, don't need no more
So many clothes, startin' to feel like a hobo
Every milestone, tryna buy me a new home
Potholes keep on fuckin' up the Forgi's, take the rims off
The way she twist and suck it, like she tryna take the skin off
Bro 'nem, in a striker, but it's good, we swapped the VINs out
Don't bark up this tree, I make the chopper knock his limb off
Thousand dollar after every road, that's what they hittin' for
All I do is fuck her, I done turned her to a nympho
FN's, blackouts, Gen5's, Gen4's
Trippin' for the family, I don't play about my kin folk
I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin'
God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
Fuck I look like havin' smoke with my many me's?
Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?
Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big
I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit
Never been a hater, I don't care enough
This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us
[Young Thug:]
Fresh off the jet, I end up in the projects
See somethin' I like, no police, I'ma cop it
Don't follow my page, I post racks every day
For these niggas and bitches that's countin' my pockets
Ooh, hurdle this bitch in Huaraches
Lambo', Ferrari, Bentleys, I got options
I took the private jet out to Nevada
4PF CED, they got smoked like a rasta
Trenches with me
Somethin' seem suspicious, somethin' seemin' fishy
I'm four pockets full and look like biscuits
Overprice us and we uppin', uppin'
Fire, fire, fire, fire, that sound sound delicious
You can't use the dishes, in the kitchen cleanin'
Woo, woo, litty, can't abort the mission, bitch, I got addictions
I don't do photo, pictures, keep it low and with me
[Lil Baby:]
I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin'
God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
Fuck I look like havin' smoke with my many me's?
Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?
Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big
I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit
Never been a hater, I don't care enough
This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us
this aint even right lmao..official nothing
rip off