Anyway Lyrics - Lil Baby

Cook that shit up, Quay 

I'm takin' off again, suicide doors, I won't let 'em in 

Four or five cars, livin' like a god, payin' for my sins 

And this life that I'm in important 

I can hop in the Benz, a foreign 

Marlo said they come in in the morning 

I got vibes, every state I got choices 

Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch 

Like I'm straight out the 'partments, I'm rich as a bitch 

Takin' mine off the top, let lil' bro keep the difference 

Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city 

I was re-in' up daily, they thought I was kidding 

I was puttin' my profit up, saved me a milly 

I keep pourin' up Fantas so shit gettin' ridiculous 

Hope the doctor don't say that I need a new kidney 

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Pull up any kind of way I wanna 

She know I got that dope boy persona 

Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer 

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers 

I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble 

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' 

I be rockin' new shit, I got every color 

This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up 

Pull up any kind of way I wanna 

She know I got that dope boy persona 

Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer 

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers 

I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble 

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' 

I be rockin' new shit, I got every color 

This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up 

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I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant (Uh) 

I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did) 

I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (Tell 'em) 

I run it back like a pick six (Woo) 

Add it all up, it's a re-up, man 

I'm ballin', I need equipment (Ballin') 

I just bought a lift kit (Yeah) 

Said she fell in love with a misfit (She love me) 

And fuck your opinion, you know how I'm livin' 

My closet say, "To be continued" (Fuck you) 

Back in the days I used to make plays 

At Spondivits off of Virginia 

Ain't no contender (Nah) 

Tattoo my name on placentas (Woo) 

I read a bitch like a kennel 

Made a half a mil' in a rental (Woo) 

All of my verses suspenseful 

My cuz a blood, menstrual 

He draws down, pants 

I know that they care for your instrument 

I ball, I need me an agent 

I just might be your replacement (I might) 

I got a whole lot of money 

But I got a little patience 

I got a whole lot of money 

But I got a little patience (Alright) 

I got a whole lot of money 

But I got a little patience 

My bitch a trip, vacation 

Too many chains, plantation 

If you a real nigga 

It ain't no expiration 

Pull up any kind of way I wanna 

She know I got that dope boy persona 

Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer 

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers 

I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble 

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' 

I be rockin' new shit, I got every color 

This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up 

Pull up any kind of way I wanna 

She know I got that dope boy persona 

Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer 

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers 

I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble 

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' (Huh, Wop) 

I be rockin' new shit, I got every color 

This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up (Go) 

They say Gucci's a criminal 

Flood my timepiece with emeralds (Burr) 

Not conserve' or no liberal 

Donate Rollies for Christmas (Huh) 

Heard I shop at Bar Harbor 

I spent reckless on denim (Wow) 

She so fine, got her addy 

Fucked, told my folks where to send her (Well damn) 

New 'Rari, half an M 

See the horse, know the emblem 

It's Big Guwop, it's him 

Always us over them (Fuck 'em) 

Niggas say they gon' do this and that 

Then duck when I see 'em (Huh) 

Don't compare me to Slim 

I could never be him (No) 

Copped so many new baguettes 

That I'm gettin' sick of myself (Bling) 

Big bully, crushed my peers 

So now I pick on myself (Huh) 

Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt 

Big diamond choker chokin' on me, man like Conor 

McGregor (It's Gucci) 

Pull up any kind of way I wanna 

She know I got that dope boy persona 

Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer 

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers 

I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble 

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' 

I be rockin' new shit, I got every color 

This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up 

Pull up any kind of way I wanna 

She know I got that dope boy persona 

Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer 

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers 

I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble 

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' 

I be rockin' new shit, I got every color 

This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up