Baby
Quality Control Lil Baby & DaBaby Lyrics
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Rest in peace to Bankroll, show 'em how to do it
Baby goin' crazy, he been gettin' straight to it
I done caught so many flights I end up fuckin' all the stewardesses
Catch me in Atlanta, no security with my jewelry
Found out I'm rich, my baby mama talkin' suin' me
Catch him down bad, that's his ass, nigga, you or me
SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't foolin' me
We was skippin' school on the train, duckin' truancy
My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin' 'bout Rod and me
I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him
We was in the hood, sellin' bags, shootin' choppas
I done fucked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter
Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him
And the haters watchin' too hard, I think they got binoculars
Every nigga with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us
Niggas actin' like they got the bag, I'm tryna stop it up
Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up
All you gotta do is say it's smoke, then we're poppin' up
Baby got the streets on hold, he ain't drop yet
I've been goin' hard, it's gon' be hard for you to top that
I make it look easy, but this shit really a process
I'm really a millionaire, still in the projects
Baby puttin' on for the city
Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million
Baby hang with four or five killers
Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin'
Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper
Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active
Baby keep it real with his people
Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer
Huh? Baby probably still got them 'bows
I tell my bitch I'm faithful, but I still got the hoes
Baby gettin' jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy
Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy
You would think it's Mardi Gras, I got these bitches showin' titties
And I ain't throwin' beads, I pull them bitches' weaves
I'm stallin' bitches out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea
And when I fuck her doggy style the only time I'm on my knee
I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin', "Baby, please"
I tell a bitch to shut up, you 'bout to fuck my nut up
The label's CEO keep beggin' me to keep the gun up
They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up
Private plane, wifi, on the FaceTime with Johnny
I told him, "Ice my wrist up, I like to hold my fist up"
How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin' his dick sucked?
Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture?
'Cause nigga
Baby puttin' on for the city
Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million
Baby hang with four or five killers
Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin'
Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper
Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active
Baby keep it real with his people
Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer
The song "Baby" by Quality Control is an ode to the rapper Baby who is known for his work on the "My Turn" album. The song is filled with references to Baby's life, including his success, struggles, and reputation in the rap game. The lyrics reflect the reality of the life of a successful rapper, from the catch of flights and fornicating with airline employees to the possibility of legal action from a baby mama.
The song also includes references to Baby's experiences in the hood, selling drugs and dealing with backstabbing close friends. The lyrics describe Baby's journey with candidness and honesty, with lines like "I'm really a millionaire, still in the projects" and "Baby probably still sell reefer". The song paints a picture of Baby as a hard-working, dedicated rapper who has overcome adversity to achieve success.
Overall, "Baby" celebrates the life of a rapper who has worked hard to achieve success despite facing many obstacles along the way.
Line by Line Meaning
Rest in peace to Bankroll, show 'em how to do it
Paying respects to Bankroll Fresh, discovering the way to make it in the rap game
Baby goin' crazy, he been gettin' straight to it
DaBaby is on fire, working hard and making progress
I done caught so many flights I end up fuckin' all the stewardesses
Traveling extensively for work and taking advantage of the opportunity to have casual sex
Catch me in Atlanta, no security with my jewelry
Being confident in oneself and one's surroundings by not taking extra security precautions
Found out I'm rich, my baby mama talkin' suin' me
The mother of his child is seeking compensation now that he is wealthy
'Nother bitch tellin' lies on the pussy like she screwin' me
Another woman is spreading rumors about having sexual relations with him that never happened
Catch him down bad, that's his ass, nigga, you or me
If someone is in a vulnerable position, it's survival of the fittest
SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't foolin' me
Wearing expensive, high-quality diamonds that aren't easily replicated
We was skippin' school on the train, duckin' truancy
Skipping school to do more important things, like hustling
My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin' 'bout Rod and me
His close friend betrayed him and is now sharing information about him and another person
I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him
Hoping to get a chance to physically harm the person who betrayed him
We was in the hood, sellin' bags, shootin' choppas
Living in the impoverished area where drug dealing and gun violence are common
I done fucked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter
Trying to live a lavish lifestyle by leasing an extravagant mode of transportation
Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him
DaBaby is becoming too successful and powerful, causing concern for his rivals
And the haters watchin' too hard, I think they got binoculars
His detractors are closely monitoring his every move
Every nigga with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us
His associates are always ready and willing to take action, making them unstoppable
Niggas actin' like they got the bag, I'm tryna stop it up
His competition is pretending to be successful, but he is determined to surpass them
Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up
Working hard for his crew and making sure they can also succeed
All you gotta do is say it's smoke, then we're poppin' up
If someone initiates conflict with him, his group is always ready to fight back
Baby puttin' on for the city
DaBaby is representing his hometown and making a name for himself
Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million
DaBaby is authentic and successful, with a net worth of millions
Baby hang with four or five killers
He associates with dangerous individuals who are prepared to protect him if necessary
Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin'
He has kids but may still be involved in illegal drugs to make ends meet
Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active
DaBaby is creating timeless music while also working in his community, making changes where needed
Baby keep it real with his people
DaBaby is honest and transparent with his inner circle
Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer
DaBaby has a way with words, like a religious leader, and may still sell marijuana
Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture?
Why does he make the same hand gesture and hold his gun in every photograph?
'Cause nigga
Because that's just who he is and what he does
Lyrics © DistroKid, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Dominique Jones, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Wesley Tyler Glass
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@chuckie8455
That would be fire
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@memetorture
Imagine another baby rapper we just need "big baby"
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