Here & There

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]

Bought some Baccarat, sprayed the whole bottle in one day, had to hit the awards (Go Grizz)

She ain't give me that pussy back then, I'ma hit her like she know it

Where I'm from, you don't work that switch or scale, you gon' be borin'

I ain't gonna lie, I done did in bitches

I ain't gonna lie, I done bought some switches

Bought some bitches, ho took her from her ex-nigga, now she don't wanna leave me

I ain't gonna do it no more, I turned my back, I seen the bitch leave me

I can't duck off and do shit by myself, my smackers don't wanna lеave me

One-way flight with Spirit, bookеd, now she was out of here

Bad bitch, Rolls truck, Maybachs all in my atmosphere

Forty-five, A$AP, rarena show, uh-huh, gimme that

Me love no ho, no sir, I don't got feelings now

Foreign ratchet, here and there

Bust a serve here and there

Send a blitz here and there

Fuck his bitch here and there

Told y'all I can't be fucked with, but I said it here and there

7-4-14, I rep that shit everywhere

All these hoes come and go

All these bows come and go

They laughed at me at my low

I finally got us in the door

I can't never laugh at a nigga who tryin', some just that we want

My heart good, but I said, "Nah," and he cried, sent his ass back home

I don't know who raised these boys, I can't never be what they was born to be

I don't know who raised these boys, I can't never sit down and bite some cheese

I don't know who raised these hoes, don't ask me for my child, please

I really got some opps that'll suck a dick if the judge let 'em free

Bought some bitches here and there

Bought a bag here and there

Shoot that pistol here and there

Fuck his sister here and there

Hang with killers here and there

Send the killers here and there

Cut the bitch off here and there

Week later, pullin' hair

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]

Thankin' God I did it, I come from where niggas do or die

Pull up and put pistols on them niggas, fuck all that workin' out

She get three thousand pounds before I let her fly or chirp 'em down

Askin' me my type, I ain't got no type, I like to fuck around

Kelly bag (Phew, phew), Birkin bag (Phew, phew), Chanel bag (Phew, phew), Prada bag (Phew, phew)

They done pissed me off, I'm in that other bag (Phew, phew)

Pop out on 'em, three M's in a duffle bag (Phew, phew), yeah

Big Glock 40 on me, everybody know that I run shit

I don't care how rich I get, I'll still punch shit

White toes, long hair, pretty face, whole 'nother country

Had her, had her, had her, that'd be a long list

Lawyers paid, case dropped, murder gone, they had got the wrong nigga

Chrome jeans, ERD, Louis Timbs, I don't got no kickin'

Stand up, gold ear, 90's baby, earrings, four-fifty

Blue lights, can't stop, body camera, catch a nigga ho with me