Commercial

[Intro: Drake & Lil Juice]

(Tay Keith, this too hard)

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]

I paid some extra before we even come out

And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin'

I hit the bitch and I gave her some racks

And I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin'

Go on a store run and get rubber bands

I done got rich, I done put on my mans

Choppers in traffic, that's just how I'm livin'

They say that I'm trippin', they wouldn't understand

She take a trip, she come back with a tan

I take a trip, I come back with them bands

When I was dealin', it really was killin' 'em

Had 'em competin', tryna see what I'm payin'

She throw a hoodie on soon as we land

She don't like pics, I got too many fans

I'm runnin' shit, I can do what I want

And it's really a limit, you do what you can

I found the booth and I put that shit up

'Fore I run out of cash, they gonna run out of land

I fell in love with this bitch 'cause her head was amazing

I swear I don't even know her name

I'm 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance

They gave me ten M&M's on advance

Thought I'd be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me

I guess it was part of the plan

How he on fire, but he cool as a fan?

Can't get at you, we gon' get at your man

They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' it

Put in they face, let 'em see what I'm sayin'

I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band

Free all the bros, know I would if I can

If I don't mean it, I swear I ain't sayin' it

'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smashin'

[Chorus: Lil Baby]

Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up

Dior store can't keep up with me

I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me

I'm never comin' back, them people under me

Not the fans, yeah, the haters

Lotta bands on the table

They say I went commercial, I ain't know it

They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back

Play myself and my position, who doin' that?

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]

We got FN with extensions, we throwin' that

Her ass got my full attention, she throwin' that

Niggas talkin' way too much, I ain't goin' back

And forth with niggas 'cause these niggas be holdin' racks

On the real, yeah, we know you don't own them racks

Four pockets full, push 'em down, they start pokin' back

I turned eight million right until I'm a quarterback

Spent a million like I'm tryna bring Kobe back (24, woo)

I'm ready, I'm ready, I use the crockpot like it's Betty

They say the drop hot and it's ready

Might stretch it out, but it ain't fetti (Yes)

Say my dawg doin' time

But I know he ain't gonna snitch 'cause it's still some shit he didn't tell me

My dawg stabbed his celly

He told me the whole story over the celly (Brr, hello?)

Went up on my price, in my pocket like Kelly

Fucked her in the telly, no I can't not say who, no telly

My head gettin' heavy

And you know I still got Balmains on my ass (Woo)

No, I can't do no Amiris

Said I'm takin' trips, long flights, they scary

She said her birthday in March, okay, cool, so that means you an Aries

I told her, "Gotta go," she said, "You serious?"

Diamonds cold as December, my vibe Sagittarius

[Chorus: Lil Baby]

Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up (Haha, period, period, slatt, woo)

Dior store can't keep up with me

I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me

I'm never comin' back, them people under me

Not the fans, yeah, the haters

Lotta bands on the table

They say I went commercial, I ain't know it

They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back

Play myself and my position, who doin' that?

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]

I can switch up and come back another way

If the vibe ain't right, come back another day

Biggest dripper, I start up a tidal wave

Remix weed, we put it in a microwave

Batch for twenty-three like I know Michael J

He can say what he want, but he gotta pay

Used to hide all the guns where my mama stay

Sell my drugs 'round the corner

I pay all these bills, I'm a grownup

My cars a lil' different, I own 'em

I ain't with no leasin', my bitch tellin' me I need credit

It's loud and clear if I said it

I come from the gutter, I spent me a hundred on Chevys

You can take me out the hood, but you can't take the hood out of me

Know the hood proud of me

I Givenchyed my tee, went and upgrade my teeth

Yeah, I dropped out of school, but that paper on me

[Chorus: Lil Baby]

Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up

Dior store can't keep up with me

I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me

I'm never comin' back, them people under me

Not the fans, yeah, the haters

Lotta bands on the table

They say I went commercial, I ain't know it

They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back

Play myself and my position, who doin' that?