Lil Gotit ft. Slimelife Shawty - The Baby Lyrics

First check, i went to Gucci store and
Laced me to the head for my mama
Took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed
We run these racks up, nigga
They think we worked it off of drip
Hood Babies like Haiti babies
I don't think they heard what I said
Car got supercharge, me and
Slimelife on they ass, they off on red
I'm a shooting star
I spin the block then go hop on the jet
I rock Amiri jeans
I make these racks and spend it all on drip
He kiss these hoes but these bullets gon'
Be next thing gon' touch his lips

No cap, I tell the label go bring me racks
Them hoes, they burned out
They belong on the corner
I could pay them to trace
Skydweller, yeah, plain jane
Went Rolex up on they ass
Told her money ain't a thing
She'll get what she wants
She know how to act (On God)
I got quality in my drink
I'm quick to pour a four of Act'
It got me rushing to the bank
I'm adding more racks to my stacks
These niggas get smaller by the day 'cause
They can't get up out my lane
Don't have no heart, that
Shit in the ground
You can't dig it with a shovel
Spin his block, let off some rounds
Then they livin' in the shelter
Hell nah, can't cap on my rounds, yeah
We all livin' better
Chasin' cheese, yeah, that cheddar
This year
Catch me and Slimelife at Coachella

First check, i went to Gucci store and
Laced me to the head for my mama
Took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed
We run these racks up, nigga
They think we worked it off of drip
Hood Babies like Haiti babies
I don't think they heard what I said
Car got supercharge, me and
Slimelife on they ass, they off on red
I'm a shooting star
I spin the block then go hop on the jet
I rock Amiri jeans
I make these racks and spend it all on drip
He kiss these hoes but these bullets gon'
Be next thing gon' touch his lips

Bullets touchin' lips but they don't kiss
Naw ain't nothin' like him but we
Gon' piss on y'all
Hood Baby open his mouth, they better listen
Dawg pressure kid come through slangin'
Nothin' but sticks, dawg
Oh, I hope we don't miss y'all
Sign a deal, lil' nigga turn into big dawg
How the hell you go against the
Grain when we invented y'all?
I won't say a nigga's name
No I won't mention y'all
I ain't really with the dissing, naw
Oh, oh yay, bitch, I'm super up
How the hell you turn your back on gang
Now you super fucked
Now a young nigga poppin'
He poppin' on you stupid fucks
I wouldn't even give a bitch no ride
Leave her stupid stuck
Yeah, it's up with us

First check, i went to Gucci store and
Laced me to the head for my mama
Took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed
We run these racks up, nigga
They think we worked it off of drip
Hood Babies like Haiti babies
I don't think they heard what I said
Car got supercharge, me and
Slimelife on they ass, they off on red
I'm a shooting star
I spin the block then go hop on the jet
I rock Amiri jeans
I make these racks and spend it all on drip
He kiss these hoes but these bullets gon'
Be next thing gon' touch his lips

Oh, oh, oh, Hood Baby, Haiti baby
Babies with hoods on, don't come in my hood
Ho oh nah, this the hood song
Slime, let's do it