The Baby

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

First check, I went to Gucci store and laced me to the head

For my mama, took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed

We run these racks up, nigga, they think we worked it off of drip

Hood Babies like Haiti babies, I don't think they heard what I said

Car got supercharge, me and Slimelife on they ass, they off on red

I’m a shooting star, I spin the block then go hop on the jet

I rock Amiri jeans, I make these racks and spend it all on drip

He kiss these hoes but these bullets gon' be next thing gon' touch his lips

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]

No cap, I tell the label go bring me racks

Them hoes, they burned out

They belong on the corner, I could pay them to trace

Skydweller, yeah, plain jane, went Rolex up on they ass

Told her money ain’t a thing

She'll get what she wants, she know how to act (On God)

I got quality in my drink, I'm quick to pour a four of Act'

It got me rushing to the bank, I'm adding more racks to my stacks

These niggas get smaller by the day 'cause they can't get up out my lane

Don't have no heart, that shit in the ground, you can’t dig it with a shovel

Spin his block, let off some rounds, then they livin’ in the shelter

Hell nah, can't cap on my rounds, yeah, we all livin’ better

Chasin' cheese, yeah, that cheddar

This year, catch me and Slimelife at Coachella

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

First check, I went to Gucci store and laced me to the head

For my mama, took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed

We run these racks up, nigga, they think we worked it off of drip

Hood Babies like Haiti babies, I don't think they heard what I said

Car got supercharge, me and Slimelife on they ass, they off on red

I'm a shooting star, I spin the block then go hop on the jet

I rock Amiri jeans, I make these racks and spend it all on drip

He kiss these hoes but these bullets gon’ be next thing gon' touch his lips

[Verse 2: Slimelife Shawty]

Bullets touchin' lips but they don't kiss, naw

Ain't nothin' like him but we gon' piss on y'all

Hood Baby open his mouth, they better listen, dawg

Pressure kid come through slangin' nothin' but sticks, dawg

Oh, I hope we don't miss y'all

Sign a deal, lil' nigga turn into big dawg

How the hell you go against the grain when we invented y'all?

I won't say a nigga's name, no I won't mention y'all

I ain't really with the dissing, naw

Oh, oh yay, bitch, I'm super up

How the hell you turn your back on gang, now you super fucked

Now a young nigga poppin', he poppin' on you stupid fucks

I wouldn't even give a bitch no ride, leave her stupid stuck

Yeah, it's up with us

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

First check, I went to Gucci store and laced me to the head

For my mama, took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed

We run these racks up, nigga, they think we worked it off of drip

Hood Babies like Haiti babies, I don't think they heard what I said

Car got supercharge, me and Slimelife on they ass, they off on red

I'm a shooting star, I spin the block then go hop on the jet

I rock Amiri jeans, I make these racks and spend it all on drip

He kiss these hoes but these bullets gon' be next thing gon' touch his lips

[Outro: Slimelife Shawty]

Oh, oh, oh, Hood Baby, Haiti baby

Babies with hoods on, don't come in my hood, ho

Oh nah, this the hood song

Slime, let's do it