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realist in it - lil baby lyrics

[chorus: lil baby]
realest (realest), in it (in it)
i was on the block because i was suspended
n-ggas, b-tches (b-tches)
i ain’t takin’ shots, i hope they don’t get offended
g550, this is not a rental
new ap, limited edition
still be in the trenches, still be totin’ pistols
i done went to jail, i still can go and get ’em

[verse 1: lil baby]
hold up, baby (baby)
you been goin’ crazy, who said you wouldn’t make it?
i keep somethin’ to say to dopeboys ’round the nation
i won’t stop for nothin’, i’m chasin’ after paper
talkin’ like i’m basic, really that’s some hate sh-t
see i’m out in public, why don’t never say sh-t?
they know i would pay for them to get a facelift
penthouse at the top, i come from out the bas-m-nt
opps talkin’ crazy, hope my glock don’t jam
gotta make it back home, take care of my lil’ one
when it’s time to ride, i’m like f-ck makin’ a diss song
went and bought a wraith just for somethin’ for us to sit on
every rapper on the come-up send a song for me to get on
ain’t nothin’ wrong, i used the plug for me to get on
ten thousand dollar outfit, i got this sh-t on
dm-in’ my ho, another n-gga i’ma sh-t on

[chorus: lil baby & gucci mane]
realest (realest), in it (in it)
i was on the block because i was suspended
n-ggas, b-tches (b-tches)
i ain’t takin’ shots, i hope they don’t get offended
g550, this is not a rental
new ap, limited edition
still be in the trenches, still be totin’ pistols
i done went to jail, i still can go and get ’em (wop)

[verse 2: gucci mane]
gucci cuttin’ up, tom ford b-tton-up (huh)
haters face crunched up like i cut an onion up (d-mn)
your rent pay for what i paid for the temp fade (huh?)
got the blocks any day, yeah, them dikembes (blockies)
got the trap goin’ up on a wednesday (up)
samurai, choppin’ up work like a sensei (wop)
keyser söze, vibe out like coldplay
they don’t really know no nothin’ ’bout the old ray (no)
trappin’ out my box chevy, me and oj (huh)
michael jackson with the glove, annie, are you okay? (wow)
junkies in the hood singin’ like the o’jays
dope so good, make your uncle sell the bluray (d-mn)
drop the top off the rolls like a toupée
fiasco when i pull up like i’m lupe (uh)
castro, but now in the new day
shoot him in the head, i ain’t never like him, no way
billie jean, b-tch, i’m tryna see your whole team
he think he sl!ck so i shot him in the doorway (huh)
another murder, boy, i’m known for duckin’ murder charge
double murder, tried to pin it on me like i’m oj (wow)
quadruple-cross him like a n-gga owe me
cold-hearted like i never had a vertebrae (it’s gucci)
boss talk, make ’em bring it to your doorway
4 pockets full, whippin’ up a four-way (skrrt)

[verse 3: offset]
engine in the rear, put a million in the front (rear)
what the f-ck is fear? chopper eat you like it’s lunch (fear)
fourth and long, n-gga, but we don’t go for the punt (long)
lookin’ at the thottie body, this ho is a runt (thottie)
wait, when we draw the chopper, n-ggas start to run? (wait)
wait, these b-tches wanna come f-ck with a don? (woo)
wait, if a n-gga talk about some funds, i relate (relate)
you hate, i did the race, tay-k (skrrt)
thinkin’ like i’m meech, m’s in the vase (meech)
practice what i preach, money on the daily (practice what i)
she not nene but she leaks oh so crazy (she not nene)
n-ggas plottin’ and i peep with a lazy (what i peep)
push the money out, i’m in labor (woo)
she tryna f-ck me for some clout, hurt my baby (clout)
i got money stashed somewhere in my acres (stash)
my left wrist sad ’cause my right glacier

[chorus: lil baby & offset]
realest (hey), in it (in it)
i was on the block because i was suspended
n-ggas, b-tches (b-tches)
i ain’t takin’ shots, i hope they don’t get offended
g550, this is not a rental
new ap, limited edition
still be in the trenches, still be totin’ pistols
i done went to jail, i still can go and get ’em

- lil baby lyrics

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