Woah
Lil Baby Lyrics

New car very noisy
My new car is loud and draws attention

Come through and it's roarin'
When I come through with my car, it's even louder and more attention-grabbing

You know how I'm comin'
You already know what to expect from me

Bend her over, then I murk her
I have sex with her from behind, then kill her

Call Gunna if you want you a Birkin
If you want a luxurious Birkin bag, call my friend Gunna

"Oh, Baby, you be lyin' in your verses I be hearin', say you buyin' 'em purses"
Some people think I'm lying in my music about buying expensive purses

I can't even lie, you ain't my type
To be honest, you don't appeal to me

You ain't even all that fine in person
You don't even look that attractive in real life

I can guarantee you if you my kind She got every bag you can imagine
If you fit my type, then my girl has every type of expensive bag imaginable

Big house, I can really be braggin'
I have a large house and can boast about it

Hundred thousand in my mouth like, "What's happenin'?"
I have expensive jewelry in my mouth worth $100k

Not the big cheap teeth, that's embarrasin'
I don't have big, cheap-looking teeth because that would be embarrassing

He ain't me, you can keep the comparisons
No one compares to me, so don't even try

My bitch probably one of the baddest
My girl is probably one of the most attractive women

Good girl, turned her into a savage
She used to be a good girl, but now she's more aggressive and assertive

Dispatch, got a problem in traffic
I have an issue on my hands with traffic and need to address it

We came through in matchin' G-Wagens
We arrived in the same type of luxurious G-Wagen cars

Lowkey, I've been keeping it classy
I've been staying lowkey and acting classy

Could be really out here doin' 'em nasty
I could be out here being promiscuous and engaging in risky behaviors

Niggas couldn't even see me in last year
People didn't even know who I was last year

Just started and them niggas in last gear
I just started and others are already trailing behind me

I ain't even try to and I passed 'em
I didn't even try, but I still surpassed them

Givin' looks, I contribute to fashion
My style and appearance contribute to the fashion industry

Drop a song, I be givin' them captions
When I release music, I provide catchy and memorable captions for social media

Stand alone, not your regular rapper
I stand out from other rappers and am not a typical rapper

Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (skrrt) You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah (yeah)
My new car is loud and attracts attention, but I don't care about others' opinions. When people see me, they get nervous because I'm almost perfect. I work hard and earn my success. No one is as stylish or high as me, and I show off my fashion daily. Turn up the volume so my haters can hear how successful I am

I put the dope in the back of the car and I tell her to go She hit when she land, she bring me the bands, she back on the road She know how I get when I get in that mode Ain't fuckin' with bitches, ain't buyin' no clothes
I put drugs in the car and send someone to deliver them for me. When she goes and comes back, she brings money with her. I'm in a certain mindset when I do this and am not interested in women or buying clothes

Wanna do shows and make me some songs Make sure that other shit come in, get sold We fuck with the strippers 'cause we play with poles We play with our money and not with our nose
I want to perform in concerts and make music to earn money. We also involve ourselves with strippers because we enjoy their company, but we don't do drugs

I used to go to the West to get loads I just came back from the West with a trophy
I used to go to the West to get drugs, but now I've returned with a trophy (possibly referring to a music award)

I'm on some more shit She said she miss it and sendin' emojis No time to kick it, I'm always in motion Can't say I miss you, I don't got emotions
I'm on a different level and don't have time to hang out with girls who send emojis. I'm always busy and don't have emotions or miss people

I'm on that back-when-I-slept-on-the-floor shit I'm on that me-and-the-bro-kick-a-door shit I'm on that back-when-I-stood-at-the-stove shit Ain't goin' broke, I'm just back on my old shit
I remember the struggles of when I used to sleep on the floor and kick doors down with my friends. I also remember when I had to cook at the stove. But now, I'm not going broke and am returning to my old ways