Lately

Lyrics

[Intro] (I miss you, Bryce) (Y2, is that you?) I got soilders, yeah, they wait in the lobby [Chorus] Bring that closer, ho got ass, put it on me Tesla Roadster, switch that out for the 'Rari (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) I ain't tryna talk, unless it 'bout racks, lil' baby I got rich, on God, yeah, all four pockets fat, Lil Baby Heard they want some smoke, 'kay bet, then we can match it, yeah, yeah Rock Balenci' with Rick Owen, this bih' matchin' lately I'm in LA with gang, I'm like, "Let's get tatted", yeah, yeah I hit Neiman's, spend that bag, then make it backflip, baby I'm the Balenci' don, what you know about fashion, baby? I almost crashеd the whip, tryna change my mind, lil' baby Pleasе stop that actin', my niggas ready to crash, lil' nigga I'm all 'bout backend, man, my bitch hold my stash, lil' nigga Get the fuck out the trap, lil' nigga Get up off my tracks, lil' nigga Feel like Sosa, countin' for [?] [Verse] Spin his block, then spin like tornado Yo bitch, she on my [?] She gon' suck me up when I say so Lil' bro not shootin' for game Tryna get my niggas free game [?], tryna bring the gang home Ain't 'bout money, can't entertain it No Chrisean Rock, these bluefaces Twin really on the block with that thing I was outside shoppin', spent ten (Yeah) I don't fuck with rap niggas, they lame I don't fuck with these niggas at all I don't care if they see me, I ball I will make sure you eat, you my dawg Mama see me on TV, oh yeah Do you love me like Kiki? Oh yeah Ho pull up, and eat me right now (Skrrt, skrrt) I got Rick for every season, oh yeah Girl, you left my heart bleedin', oh yeah On yo' block, and we creepin', on God He got smoked in the deep end, on God [Bridge] (On yo' block, and we creepin', on God) (He got smoked in the deep end, on God) [Chorus] Bring that closer, ho got ass, put it on me Tesla Roadster, switch that out for the 'Rari I ain't tryna talk, unless it 'bout racks, lil' baby I got rich, on God, yeah, all four pockets fat, Lil Baby Heard they want some smoke, 'kay bet, then we can match it, yeah, yeah Rock Balenci' with Rick Owen, this bih' matchin' lately I'm in LA with gang, I'm like, "Let's get tatted", yeah, yeah I hit Neiman's, spend that bag, then make it backflip, baby I'm the Balenci' don, what you know about fashion, baby? Throw that pack, and then twin catch it, no John Madden, baby Please stop that actin', my niggas ready to crash, lil' nigga Ain't nothin' that my gang doin' really average, baby Get the fuck out the trap, lil' nigga Get up off my tracks, lil' nigga Feel like Sosa, countin' for [?] [Outro] Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh