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Lil Baby, Lil Durk & Travis Scott – Hats Off Lyrics

[Intro]
What’s happenin’, Chi Chi?

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Change my name to the kid, that’s a baby goat
Keep a Drac’ like I started up OVO
You can get a percent, but I want the most
Got a house with a lake, so I bought a boat
‘Bout to switch up a play, that’s an audible
State-to-state, private jet with some model hoes
Had to run up more dollars than followers
Me and bae take the week off in Cabo
Life’s a gamble, I’m playin’ the lotto
I’m bettin’ it all ’cause I know that I got ’em
‘Member me? I was drivin’ Impalas
We don’t beef, if it’s problems, we solve it
I remember that D2 rеvolver I bought for my partna
He died in a argumеnt
They was hatin’, that’s why I’m way farther than ’em
‘Member askin’ my mom where my father been at
Ain’t no talkin’, that fire what I’m tryna get at
Niggas cuffin’ these hoes that the crew done been had
Get them racks out the bank, put it right in the bag
Say he wouldn’t do that, but he would if he can
Hop out marchin’ with drums like we play in the band
I come straight out the mud, I ain’t been in no sand
Twenty-hour flight, had popped me a Xan
I got horny, almost fucked on a fan
I had thinked about it, I can’t end up on Shade Room
Everything that I hit, I done paid for
She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it’s real by the label
We had TV, but we didn’t have cable
Now I’m richer than all of my neighbors

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Baby]
I wear my chain proud, it’s a trophy
I’m with the same crowd, these the brodies
I don’t got the same mind, you don’t know me
You don’t gotta do it loud, keep it low-key
I’m tryna be here for mine, I can’t hold you
The Forgiatos twenty-four, this for Kobe
I shouldn’t have to say, you know that you owe me
You ain’t gotta search, you know that it’s on me

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Hats off if you keepin’ it real
It’s so easy to fall victim to fake
Durk the voice ’cause he know just what to say
I’m the hero, I come through, save the day
Hats off if you keepin’ it real
It’s so easy to fall victim to fake
Durk the voice ’cause he know just what to say
I’m the hero, I come through, save the day

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Bitch, I’m a D-boy, do it for T.Roy
I’m on you forever, that’s just word to V.Roy
I’m with the killas forever, the trenches is in me
The Grammys can’t change me for nothin’
I like the bitches who let me just offer them cash
You never gon’ ask me for nothin’
Never gon’ switch
Only time I ever switch is a Glock with a motherfuckin’ button
Rappers be runnin’ back, tellin’ them bitches we hittin’
That’s why we don’t be tellin’ them nothin’
4TF, Only the Family
But Four Pockets Full, but we keep it a hundred
That shit solid, I done took losses
I done turned robbers to killers and bosses
I been that nigga from way, way back
Way before Uzi was droppin’ the cross
We just a family, we never recruitin’
Clique full of killas, we choosin’ to shoot ’em
Someone tell Kanye and Kim to just stick to the script
And just tell ’em to free Larry Hoover
Me, I’m the voice, Baby, the hero
Trav like Michael Jackson, yeah
Been in it a minute, it’s crazy I’m winnin’
It only feel like I’ve been rappin’ a year
Let a nigga play with me, I’m ready
My bitch gettin’ rich off cosmetics
Life off, they done freed my daddy
Lights off, I couldn’t see my baby
2010, I had a gun in my Pelle
2011, I was fightin’ my celly
2012, I signed my deal in Cali
2021, I’m big as Khaled, oh-woah

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Baby]
I wear my chain proud, it’s a trophy
I’m with the same crowd, these the brodies
I don’t got the same mind, you don’t know me
You don’t gotta do it loud, keep it low-key
I’m tryna be here for mine, I can’t hold you
The Forgiatos twenty-four, this for Kobe
I shouldn’t have to say, you know that you owe me
You ain’t gotta search, you know that it’s on me

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Hats off if you keepin’ it real
It’s so easy to fall victim to fake
Durk the voice ’cause he know just what to say
I’m the hero, I come through, save the day
Hats off if you keepin’ it real
It’s so easy to fall victim to fake
Durk the voice ’cause he know just what to say
I’m the hero, I come through, save the day

[Verse 3: Travis Scott & Lil Durk]
(Yeah) After this drop, then it’s only the label
You see the crosses surroundin’ the table
But never crosses, we flip ya, alfredo
Bro, do a solid without a potato
I took the logic and built out a payroll
All the whips chocolate, I built it like Legos (Let’s go)
I leave him deceased (Yeah)
Only way that they ever find peace (Yeah)
In that case, then I might need a priest (Yeah)
In the streets, gotta keep the belief
Not a wave, gotta keep you a sea (Sea)
Look for me, gotta keep you a fee (Fee)
Made a hundred and put it on gold (It’s lit)
Took the steppas and put ’em on roll (Straight up)
It’s a lotta them ridin’ and glidin’ and slidin’ that’s ready to snatch up your soul (Yeah)
I was eighteen still when I got my deal, then Dre had to go up the road (Up the road)
Now he back outside and see lil’ bro, he got believers
R.I.P. Big Tone, I know you see us
Sorry, gotta fuck on the low, I can’t make Cheaters
Dawg, we got it bussin’ out the bleachers (Yeah)
It’s jumpin’ like wall to wall
(Trav like Michael Jackson, yeah)
(The truth, see, see)

Lil Baby, Lil Durk & Young Thug – Up the Side Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Wheezy outta here
Voice of the Heroes of the Streets
Young Spider checkin’ in, ah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Big faces, little faces, mix it up
Everywhere you see me, I got the semi tucked
Gave her a rack the first day, now she look like a prostitute
I got a really bad, bad, bad bitch tyin’ my shoes (Yeah), huh
I put it up the first five years so how the fuck can I really lose?
I learned to wipe my face with these dollar bills and all of ’em blue (Woah)
I was dyin’ those with the really expensive crevices (Ha)
Gettin’ millions, who the fuck better than?
And I’m ill like a reverend (Yah)
Wearin’ ho all over her back and swappin’ teams like a letterman
I’m celibate (Ayy), no settlement (Ayy), I’m fly as hell, I’m pelican
When you die, it’s irrelevant (Oh), I live in every sense (Oh)
I got the settlement (Oh-oh), I went from shuttle to the medal to the Rolls truck
I got the Smith & Wess’ in Cali’ and I showed up
Guess I never growed up (Ye-ye)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Half a million on me right now
Hundred thousand on me, count it right now
Know you run up, you get gunned down
Shit get sweet, the label doin’ anything now
Half a band, purple Benzo
And I’m gone, it’s a wrap
Breakin’ out ’cause you scared to run your bags
Coach had told me, “Run it up the side”
So let’s run it up the side (Side)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Street nigga with elite status (Yeah), I done popped me a pink Addy (Yeah)
Young nigga make killin’ a fetish (Yeah)
I know a scammer who’ll leak your addy (Let’s get it)
I’m lowkey so I ain’t sleepin’ in the tele’ (Let’s get it)
Wockesha done blew up my belly (Drank)
I’m a street nigga, stay outta my business
My bitch gon’ stunt with a careless (Yeah)
They say I lost my mind when I’m off these drugs, I go to sleep (When I go to sleep)
I was fucked up when my dawg had caught a bond, I couldn’t reach (Couldn’t raeach)
Gotta watch out for the ones you call your dawgs, ’cause he a leech (Facts)
I done fucked up my whole profit, made it back in one week
I scream, “Free Nine,” like nine times, I’ma always carry my nine
They shot my cousin in from the blind side, they didn’t even look him in the eye
You got a gun and you ain’t slide, I swear that shit gon’ kill my vibe
I keep braggin’ about the other side ’cause them niggas keep dyin’
(Oh, no, no, no, no, no)
I’m the Voice of the Hero
(Yeah, I know Thug the coach, let’s get it)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Baby]
Half a million on me right now
Hundred thousand on me, count it right now
Know you run up, you get gunned down
Shit get sweet, the label doin’ anything now
Half a band, purple Benzo
And I’m gone, it’s a wrap
Breakin’ out ’cause you scared to run your bags
Coach had told me, “Run it up the side”
So let’s run it up the side (Up the side)

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Run it up for miles (Miles)
I don’t get no help in stores, I’m really havin’ style
Knew I was gon’ be the man one day when I was a child
Used to try to serve everyone, I’m pipin’ up the crowd now
Steady goin’, they know I’m the one, they gotta bow down
I’m from the city, she call me country, she like the way I sound
It’s a lotta people lookin’ up to me, and I ain’t gon’ let ’em down
Lil’ bro nem can get whatever from me, I had ’em sellin’ pounds
It’s crazy now, I’m real big on privacy, I come from public housing
Just work with me, I need a little time, I’m tryna fix up my life
That shit was real good, I can’t lie, but I had to sacrifice
I’m focused now, and the shit that don’t matter won’t even cross my mind
A lot of shit is startin’ to look different, I opened up my eyes
And I done changed my life from just watchin’, I owe a lot to slime
I twist all my problems in the wood and I get real high
Some folks just don’t get it, you can’t make ’em, I was still tryin’
I had to realize

[Chorus: Young Thug, Lil Baby, & Both]
Half a million on me right now (Right now)
Hundred thousand on me, count it right now
Know you run up, you get gunned down
Shit get sweet, the label doin’ anything now
Half a band, purple Benzo
And I’m gone, it’s a wrap
Breakin’ out ’cause you scared to run your bags
Coach had told me, “Run it up the side”
So let’s run it up the side

Lil Baby – Errbody Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Flyer than everybody
Section 8 just straight cooked this muhfucker up
Flyer than everybody
Flyer than everybody

[Chorus]
I’m flyer than everybody
Helicopter in the middle of the hood
I’m flyer than everybody
All this fame these niggas be chasin’
I swear I don’t care about it
Boy, you play, you gon’ die in front of everybody
Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
Caught a L but I wish that they headshot ’em
Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got ’em

[Verse 1]
I used to pray for a plug who gon’ go out the way
And come back with a lot of them bitches
I used to dream about condos when we leavin’ Lenox
Now I stay on top of them bitches
I won’t give a damn if he ran him up a whole billion
I still won’t acknowledge the nigga
He put my name in a song, what the fuck is he on?
I don’t care, boy, we gotta go get ’em
House big as fuck in the middle of nowhere
I dick her down, I don’t care what my hoe wear
I made lil’ Cam spend a block on a four-wheel
Nah, for real, spend the block on the four-wheel
Five million dollars, for me, that ain’t no deal
I done made that times six in like three years
Off this rap shit, I can’t even talk about the trap shit
I just hope they can take it, I keep me a Stallion like Megan
A residency out in Vegas
Might fly to LA and go fuck with Lebron and the Lakers
Come back to Atlanta with Jayda
Bruh told us to take care of the neighbors and stack all the paper
Whatever we want, buy it later
I know how to shit on a hater and handle the business
Whatever God give me, I’m grateful

[Chorus]
I’m flyer than everybody
Helicopter in the middle of the hood
I’m flyer than everybody
All this fame these niggas be chasin’
I swear I don’t care about it
Boy, you play, you gon’ die in front of everybody
Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
Caught a L but I wish that they headshot ’em
Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got ’em

[Verse 2]
Cartier watches for everyone ’round me
I ran it up, how the fuck could you down me?
She set for life, how the fuck is you clownin’?
Bought all this water, ain’t never gon’ drown
I’m in the ‘Yo, I’m perfectin’ my sound
I helped them out and they let me down again
I ain’t comin’ back around again
Fell in love and I found a friend
I done geeked up the motor
My brother in prison in Polo
I jumped in the game and went loco
I put on these clothes like a hobo
That’s layers of drip, I showed my ass in Phipps
You play, ya mans get killed
Said that before but I’m dead for real
Lil’ bro jumpin’ ’round like his legs done healed
I ran it up off a vacuum sealed
If I fall off today I’m a legend still
Bruh showed me the way, I ain’t never steal
This Glock ain’t no prop, it’ll pop for real
I fuck with the syrup, I don’t pop no pills
My young niggas turnt, they don’t got no deals
I need me a billion so I can chill
I’m drivin’ like I ain’t got no license still
My Trackhawk move like it got nitrogen, I’m poppin’ seals

[Chorus]
I’m flyer than everybody
Helicopter in the middle of the hood
I’m flyer than everybody
All this fame these niggas be chasin’
I swear I don’t care about it
Boy, you play, you gon’ die in front of everybody
Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
Caught a L but I wish that they headshot ’em
Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got ’em

[Verse 3]
I paid attention and found out the recipe
I take a seat and they still won’t get ‘head of me
I’m on my shit, now a bitch can’t get next to me
You ain’t got a hundred thousand, you can’t have sex with me
Ain’t showed the best of me yet
And ain’t in nobody debt, I’m sum’ like a vet’
I bought my big brother a ‘Vette
My numbers so good, my label prolly owe me a check
They play with Lil Baby, I swear it gon’ go down
Biggest lil’ nigga that’s over at Motown
Jumped off the porch and went straight, kicked the door down Flipped the clip, switch the clip, it’s some more rounds
Rappers fake and be hatin’, I don’t go ’round
I took 12 on a chase, I had four ounces
Ask around, we them guys, come we do no clownin’
If I can I’m gon’ try keep the smoke down
Once it’s up then it’s stuck, it ain’t go down
Like to switch where I sleep, I got four houses
Every time the heat come, I make four thousand
Big done gave me the game and I ran with it
Milked the game ’til I quit, I ain’t playin’ with it
Could’ve been, hit yo’ bitch, I be sparin’ niggas
Make me mad, I’m gon’ call up them grave diggers
Bought my mom a new crib and it’s way bigger
Never been to it once, that’s a great feelin’
I’ma go there when I get a chance
I lost five hunnid racks before I signed a deal
Swear to God, still got my advance
Yeah, I’m lit, I been savin’ this guala up
Yeah, I hit, but she ain’t get a follow-up
Ain’t no reason to beef with no one about none of these women
I promise they swallow us all

[Chorus]
I’m flyer than everybody
Helicopter in the middle of the hood
I’m flyer than everybody
All this fame these niggas be chasin’
I swear I don’t care about it
Boy, you play, you gon’ die in front of everybody
Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
Caught a L but I wish that they headshot ’em
Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got ’em

Lil Durk – 248 Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse]
Drugs straight out the capsule, send her ass to molly world
I don’t even drink for real, but I damn near fucked a bottle girl
I just bought a bitch two pair of Chanels, I told her, ”Model for it”
When I’m in the club with niggas I don’t like, we havin’ bottle wars
Said to my man like we on that nigga ass, ain’t no talkin’ to us
Give me compliments, my bitch for real, but ain’t no talkin’ to her
Champagne back to back in the Gucci store when I walk through it
Get high, then I treat the mic like therapy ’cause I talk to it
I sit back and ask myself, “Why?” so many times
They treatin’ sports just like the streets, they tryna give ’em fines
He in the trenches without a gun, I called and gave him mine
Bumped heads with my day ones yesterday, I say I’ma give ’em time
Hope BA get right back off that time, they gave him fifty-five
I hate Taskey gone forever, we locked in on 59th
He was my dawg, he was my ’round, he was like fifty twice
I made it out, I beat the odds, you gotta be precise
Me and my auntie had some words, that shit ate me alive
See, my lil’ daughter bad as hell and she ain’t even five
He got the same time as the shooter and he ain’t even drive
An O-P-P got hit in his T-O-P and he ain’t even die
I’ve seen so many young niggas lose they lives
That’s why when I go to a funeral today, I don’t even cry
And that real shit run in my veins
Some niggas I don’t fuck with for real, they just wanted my stain
I put ninety on your head, that’s one of my chains
And I can’t cap, that nigga Von made me go to Johnny Dang
I popped a pill and hit my head, damn, I was feelin’ strange
I’m swingin’ first whenever a nigga ask me what I bang
When you lose five niggas in one summer, that’s when you’ll feel my pain
You ain’t gotta snatch it, they’ll kill you, you can’t feel my chains
I’m the highest in the room, I feel just like La Flame
They’ll give you life, but change to a dub if you give ’em names
Yeah, my life for real for real, this not a movie
If a nigga I know support my song, they’ll call ’em groupies
And they ain’t even meet Lil Baby, but they’ll go post his music
And that’s my dawg for sure, yeah, that’s my dawg for sure
And I be stressed out with my kids, sometimes I don’t call at all
And you be actin’ like you off Percs, but you off Tylenol
I done popped some X and I told my mama I was off Adderall
I buy that Glock, I need that switch, I need that attatchment, y’all

Marlo – 4 Season Lyrics

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

[Verse 1]
Made a couple mil selling work, you know a nigga been signed to the streets, dawg (Streets, dawg)
Plannin’ bricks all day, yeah, shooter, street nigga with some paper
Sellin’ them bales by the acres, nigga whippin’ that dope like a slave, yeah
I’m on the top floor, I feel like I’m Pablo, got birds out the bando (Bando, bando)
I feel like a migo, I’m servin’ up people, my real name is Chico
I’m dodging the RICO, QC is the label
I f**k with the Migos, I f**k with Lil Baby, I been gettin’ them big boats
I been here in my city, girl, fly me some titties, let me see that you with it, girl

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

[Verse 2]
Top floor, penthouse, naked, kickin’ shit, knowing that I’m rich now (That I’m rich now)
Nigga, f**k a nigga’s bitch now, hell naw I’m doin’ sit downs (Sit downs)
Twenty-four like the Waffle House (Waffle House), got the bricks going out now (In and out now)
Been in these streets all day, dawg, still ridin’ ’round with my K, dawg
PFK, we don’t play, dawg, shots to the back like Ricky (Ricky)
[?], nigga with the fitted, Chanaynay drip, I’m all in it (Chanel)
Givenchy, come and kick it, my pimpin’
Got the D’ussé, bitches sippin’ Henny

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)