Lil Cali & Pakistan

[Intro: Ralo & Lil Baby] Yeah Cook that shit up, Quay Yeah Four pockets Woooh FAM Goon Baby Yeah Uhh Yeah [Verse 1: Ralo] Four pockets on full My trunk and my hood I fucked everything that look good Made millions still in the hood Different bitches with me every night I'm a dog but I never bite Tell Lil Baby we gon' be alright We ain't going out without a fight These niggas out of control They just be hatin' on me right in front of me I promise I already know Me and Lil Baby the niggas they wanna be Got the trap on the back street Sold a hundred packs last week Have you ever spent a million dollars? Nigga you ain't have to ask me Ay Lil Baby what we doing nigga? [Verse 2: Lil Baby] We in Lil Cali and Pakistan I just re'd up with five hundred bands Make a nigga soft do the running man You ain't the boss you a runner man You a bitch you juwanna mann Me and young Ralo We set the trends you can follow I'm pourin' act out the bottle Then fucked every Instagram model Screamin' free Joc and Lil Lotto I'm in the booth catching play I used to sleep with the jay I used to sleep with that k Give a damn what they say I know all these niggas hate But they know i'm getting paid Better stay up out my lane I created my own wave I'm on that bullshit taking chains Niggas be getting, fucking for the fame Niggas do anything for a name Boy I do anything for the gang I know my niggas gon' ride for me Die for me Sit in jail, do the time for me I know they never gon' lie to me I'm make sure every one of them eat Me and Ralo back to back Z06 back to back Lamborghinis and them cats Do anything for them racks Taking chances selling packs We ain't never going back Ralo tell them where we at Ralo tell them where we at [Verse 3: Ralo] We in Lil Cali and Pakistan None of these rappers don't stand a chance Bitch i'm eating like a fat man I don't need a bitch for a lap dance Tell them haters go and team up I seen them ops come clean up They gone tell you that I been turnt up every time a nigga seen us Hold up Hold up Lil Baby Let me slow it down a lil bit Hold up Hold up switch it up a lil bit What you gonna do? (Hold up) Listen Look, I hit the club and embarrass them niggas We carry them pistols and having them issues I told my daughter don't marry these niggas Compared to these niggas you better than niggas I jump out the Lamb and I jump in the wagon You cannot mention my name without bragging You know that lil nigga Ralo been havin' I got more money than you and your daddy I could never be average Living life so lavish Watch cost twenty-one thousand Way before I knew Savage [Verse 4: Lil Baby] We in the spot We making hits I made a nick Turned to a brick Had a Philippe And it's on fleek That's on my right wrist Bust it down Rollie on my right They think I came up overnight Found the plug then I took a flight That shit changed my life I used to trap on the bike I could never get it right Then I finally got it right Now i'm ballin' like i'm Mike Got the game air tight Like a vacuum seal Made a whole mil off a vacuum seal Ballin' with no budget and I ain't got no deal Me and Ralo really selling packs for real Love my dawg Know that they would never steal Free the gang Hope they get out on they appeal I been getting fetty popping all these pills It cost seven thousand when we choose to appear I'm trying to live my life I had to wrong my rights I had to earn my stripes I had to earn my stripes